Trumbull's Political Poet: 'Pinocchio Politics?'

'PINOCCHIO POLITICS?'

      As the Nose Grows?

                 By

        Carol Hudak

To be a politician,

  means to walk a wavy line,

Qualified friends are given jobs . . .

    - If they're qualified -

Then maybe that is fine.

Or big bucks supporters,

   seem to have some extra clout . . .

Maybe they've a cousin,

And expect a job hand-out.

So let's not be naive,

  and say it's never done. . .

Who'd you want as your right hand,

A stranger - or your son?

Take a look at Stern Village,

   and decide what you will  think . . .

Why were 3 top people trashed,

Creating an uproar - and a stink?

All the Village rose in turmoil,

   fearful for their fate . . .

Why did this have to happen?

That's surely open for debate.

Were the accusations that were hurled,

    the truth, though acrimonious?

           Or  . .  .

Was the incendiary rhetoric

      a ruse,

 And morally, felonious?

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,

   your nose grew to be a tree . . .

Trumbull voters, be the judge!!

What exactly do You see?

Was the firing and hiring,

   done to right egregious wrongs?

            Or . . .

is a nose growing in Town Hall,

a sturdy maple, large and strong?

        You Decide!