SONNET GAUNTLET: The Quest For Truthiness

I must admit, I lied a little bit

When I claimed to be sanguine 'bout the loss

Of NASA's poll to that - I won't say twit,

As that has connotations, and a gloss

Of coolness that do not apply to him -

Let's say "showboat," Colbert. I'm a bit mad,

But just a bit. My own prospects are dim

Of having my own cult like that. For shame,

I'm jealous, and I've lied in sonnet form!

My nose is too long and it's growing now;

My temper is too short. So I perform

A sonnet mea culpa (on a dare).

O Ommus, really, you had not a prayer.

A Module By Another Name... Is Still A Module

While I am one of those who'd gladly name
The third module of our dear ISS
Serenity (a Browncoat hath no shame)

I really do not share in the distress

Of those who watched an upstart named Colbert

Steal Joss' thunder and round up more votes.

I laugh instead, for during this affair

Ron Paul's folks also earned themselves some gloats

And stole Ken Rudin's presidential poll.

These "scandals" move me equally. They're meant

For fun, as are, say, psychic friends. How droll!

So go ahead and fuss, Browncoats, and vent.

Then think about how cool it all would be:

Serenity: The Lunar Colony!