The Correspondent’s Dinner was a hoot. And that is all the news. I still await The verdict on the Chinaman, the fate Of any terse relations, or the boot That any new cooperation gets When future talks are marred by Mr. Chen, His reacquired voice, or many men Crusading his release. If any bets Are off concerning harmony between Beijing and shaky Washington, the man May well have picked the future when he ran. Or maybe I’m unfairly being keen On finding future doom; you never know. The dinner jokes were quite amusing, though.

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