Bishop's Lament Poem by gershon hepner

THE BISHOP'S LAMENT


To his favorite actress, this verse
was written, but didn't reverse
what she for the bishop
had chosen to dish-up.
his word that I quote are most terse.

"Satiriasis and satyriasis
are two of my binary biases.
Accept me as I am,
a Hector and Priam
who does what he likes in his diocese."

The actress replied: "I think you're
a candidate for désamour.
Worse than psoriasis,
your satyriasis
I no more wish to endure.

Whether you spell it with i
or with y you must now kiss goodbye
to your fame and your fortune.
It may cost you a fortune
to find someone else, but do try! "

Inspired by an article written in Paris by Maureen Dowd following the defeat of Nicolas Sarkozy by François Hollande in the presidential election ("Désamour and Amour, " NYT,5/9/12) :

In the last election, Nicolas Sarkozy lost his wife. In this one, he lost France. His friends worry about how the high-strung, pugnacious bantam will adjust to his political Elba. "The falling out of love of the French will be worse than his divorce with Cécilia, " a Sarkozy friend told Le Parisien. "It wouldn't surprise me if he goes through a small depression."
This nation of elegant formality frowned at a leader lacking impulse control, who could arrive late for a meeting with the pope and then check his phone, and who could dismiss a citizen who wouldn't shake his hand at an agricultural fair with a profane version of "Get lost, you poor idiot." At a jubilant celebration at the Bastille Sunday night, French revelers held up plastic glasses of Champagne and signs telling Sarko: "Get lost, you poor idiot."
The rejected suitor is retiring from politics to a home in a posh French neighborhood with his wife, Carla Bruni-Sarkozy, the wealthy and sleek singer and former supermodel, and their baby daughter, Giulia.
The French profess not to care about the personal lives of candidates, but even they are bemused by the roundelay of the first already divorced man to get divorced as president and the first never married father of four to get elected president. When Sarkozy faced the radiant Ségolène Royal in 2007, both of their partners — Cécilia Sarkozy and François Hollande — were in love with others, even though the candidates kept it under wraps.
This time the French gave a Gallic shrug as Sarko ran against his ex-opponent's ex-partner and father of her four children. Thomas Hollande, their 27-year-old son, worked for his mom in 2007 and his dad this go-round. Hollande's new girlfriend is Valérie Trierweiler, a beautiful reporter for the weekly magazine Paris Match who covered Royal and Hollande when they were the Socialist power couple and then left her husband for Hollande as he left Ségolène…..
The impetuous Sarko speed-dated Carla at Euro Disney, conducted a poll to see if the French would accept the former girlfriend of Mick Jagger and Eric Clapton as Première Dame, and beat Cécilia to the altar (or the French mayor) . In a February TV interview, Sarkozy said his anguish over losing Cécilia led to early faux pas that haunted him. At the crowning moment of his political life, he conceded, "part of my head was devoted to" his exploding family. The night of his election, he went to a private dinner with rich friends at the flashy Champs-Élysées restaurant Fouquet's; the next morning, he and his family jetted off to a billionaire's yacht moored off Malta and feasted on lobsters. President Bling-Bling, siding with the rich in his Ray Bans and Rolex, was born. Often last week, when I asked voters why they were so down on Sarkozy, they answered in shorthand with one word: "Fouquet's."
Now the French gossip magazines are consumed with Carla's face (What did she do to mess it up?): Carla's future (Will she stay with Sarko?): and Carla's successor (Will Valérie marry the president so she can go on official trips? Will she have to stop being a journalist?) .
The twice-married 47-year-old was christened "Valérie Rottweiler" by a Sarkozy deputy because she's aggressive and sends tart tweets defending her lover and herself. Although Valérie is still hesitant about her new role, top Socialists told me she deserves credit for imbuing the second-rank, pudding-faced, scooter-riding party apparatchik Hollande with the confidence to defy expectations at a time when his peers had abandoned him.
Basking in the regard of "the love of my life, " as he calls her, he slimmed down, donned less nerdy glasses, and manned up for the big debate. When Ségolène beat him out to be the Socialist candidate, Hollande became known as "Mr. Royal." But Valérie bolsters him, feeding him throat lozenges and making sure he's wearing enough layers. As the Cinderella civil servant celebrated in the medieval city of Tulle Sunday night, he wooed Valérie out on stage, gave her a bouquet of red roses, and twirled her to the song she had requested: an accordion rendering of "La Vie en Rose." The delirious crowd yelled "Un bisou! " A kiss! First the désamour, then the amour. C'est la vie.

5/9/12 #10144