IN HONOR OF MS. STREEP and IN HORROR OF MARGARET THATCHER, here is an old poem from my personal, mold-infested vault:

Margaret Thatcher Declares An End to War

Then she took a walk around the head;  nothing there, went out.

Grabbed a fistful of yen, went ‘round back to Babylon.

Ate a dog, spermed a whale, thrust javelins to Dr. Caligari’s eyes.

Grew tusks!  Had one removed at the dentist’s.

Called home, spoke to deceased Father, and Mother;

Inquired of comatose Siamese sister.

‘This contagion,’ she later told doctors, ‘had just given birth.’

She was lying.