Forget the fiction stacks; truth is stranger
On the biography shelves.
Here strange bedfellows, ironic twists,
Are wrought by the English alphabet.
One can only imagine the conversations
Between neighbors Brad Pitt and Pius XII,
Steve Jobs and Joan of Arc,
Leonardo DiCaprio and Dickens.
Beethoven, if he were not deaf,
Would have two ears-full of Zionism,
Sandwiched as he is between
Menachem Begin and Ben-Gurion.
Houdini lends some tardy wisdom
To Sam Houston regarding the Alamo.
It was the perfect chance, he says,
For a disappearing act.
Irving Berlin and Leonard Bernstein
Swap conducting stories
While Yogi Berra sagely inserts:
"It ain't over till the fat lady sings."
Keeping up with the Joneses
Is no small task, what with
Marion's and Smarty's races,
And George's and John Paul's songs.
Lance, Louis and Neil hold a strong arm contest.
It takes muscle to cycle 2,000 miles, yes,
But also to make that trumpet sing,
And to plant a flag in the moon's surface.
The Jackson boys (Bo and Andrew,
Alan and Michael, Peter and Stonewall)
Spend quiet nights researching genealogy,
And find their common ancestor climbed a beanstalk.