Dear Editor
A very strange bird is the senator.
He sits in his chamber all day.
He sleeps while he works,
Enjoying his perks,
Pretending he's earning his pay.
I long for the life of a senator.
It would free me from worry and strife.
If they would just hire me.
And when they retire me.
Give me a pension for life.
But I know there's no need for a senator
Though he is sober in thought.
I say don't hire him.
I say just fire him,
For it's all a capitalist plot.
Bev Currie
Swift Current
