Mule opera

Bleb is in love. It will never work out. He's a mule and she's a young filly from a Kentucky racing family. He won't give up, though. Now he's trying to impress her with his singing. I've warned him that such an approach won't work.

"Congress is the only place where extemporaneous poetics are attempted these days" I said, "And it's not pretty. They call it a 'filibuster,' because it goes on and on and on until the newspapermen have to leave to feed their horses."

That got him to stop. Bleb hee-haws well, but our senator does it better. Never compete with a professional.