Elected city official or cable TV star? World file
Rubble or just ordinary Tulsa trash? World file
The City Council and the mayor are getting ready to get at each others' throats again, this time over who controls the city’s public-access TV station.
I’ll yodel and sing and play the sitar,
I’ll stand on my head and pick steel guitar,
If I could just be,
On public TV:
A cable-access superstar.
The mayor and council each other abhor,
They’re in a political game, tug-of-war,
The mayor says, “Yea,”
The council says, “Neigh.”
And the people say, “Hey, where’s your esprit de corps?”
Of course, this week, for the first time in forever, City Hall wasn’t the punchline of most of the jokes in Tulsa: Our tiny little earthquake was.
A friend posted a Facebook picture of a cheap plastic dining table in her back yard with one chair overturned. She labeled the picture: “Tulsa Earthquake Damage.”
And thus Zarathustra did spake:
The Earth had to shudder and shake.
Holy Carcinoma,
We’re in Oklahoma,
Who’d expect a freaking earthquake?
How many rhymes can one little temblor provoke?
The earthquake left nobody hurt,
Though many were left disconcert,
On Lake Thunderbird,
The boaters were stirred,
By the sounded Tsunami Alert.
Will we forever remember where we were when "The Little One" struck?
Remember the quake of aught ten?
The damage was minor, but then,
We all were quite taken,
At the thought of the shakin’,
In the temblor that just might have been.
