Sunday, April 17, 2016


                      I’ve said before, but now must say again,
                      Dear Garrison, that though your show goes on
                      Once you’ve retired, it never will be then
                      What now The Prairie Home Companion
                      Is and has been lo these many years—
                      A product of your geniality
                      And wit, so when that genius disappears
                     We’ll be amused, but superficially.
                     Without your Guy Noir and Wobegon
                     Reports, and ads from Powdermilk and P.O.E.M,
                     Those Saturdays that glittered will grow wan,
                     And we’ll find little reason to stay home.
                          We might go out and drown our grief in drink.
                          What say you give it all another think?