Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Moldies Oldies

Oh, Clarence Thomas, you old dawg.
Ladies are spicing up your life,
With reaching out fresh dialogue
To your accuser from your wife.
Oprah would love to book you three.
So would ladies on The View.
All that harassment history
Could be rehashed as though 'twere new.
A You Tube of you in your robe,
To your left, Anita in scorn,
And to your right, Ginna in probe,
Hands on bibles, all duly sworn.

Pretty soon now before you know,
You'll get a reality show.