Are we to believe the guerrillas are feigning,
And our resources they’re really not draining?
In keeping the tack;
Up is down, white is black,
Isn’t this more like Bush/Neo-con waning?
(four more after the fold)
It’s official; we’re a culture of War,
Sixty percent think there’s another in store.
Have years without peace,
And a missing surcease,
Brought complex values which are strictly adored?
Betty Boop is not doing so well.
Even after she survived Isabel.
`Tis the fate we’ve all dreaded,
The old girl’s been beheaded.
Was it an Al-Qaeda terrorist cell?
Armstrong finishes another great trek,
Yellow jerseys and another paycheck!
Should be “Tour-de-Lance”,
Barring any mischance,
Like a feckless Bush mountain-bike wreck.
“Judge Roberts, I’m simply delighted,
That your loyalty has finally been cited.”
“Why thanks, Mr. Bush!
`Tis your agenda I’ll push.”
“You know, John, I wish you could have been knighted.”
