Every day on the Daily Poet we present the day's news in poetry form.  Do you want to play too?  Simply pick a news item and place your poem in the comments below.  Poetry and news.  These two were meant to be wed.

"How am I doing?"
were the words he was heard spewing

rough and tough
like the city he loved

the man's name was Koch
and for twelve years he held watch

as the city went broke
and came back

crime, corruption, and greed
in the city of Boss Tweed

but he eschewed it all
and never had an ugly fall

He shaped the city
was sharp and witty

and worked the nitty-gritty
and today, the city feels a bit more chilly

Image courtesy of Terry Ballard.