Congress had neither the gumption,
Or compunction to address oil consumption.
Will this needing to suckle,
Cause the US to buckle;
The size of the teat, bad presumption?

(four more after the fold PLUS a limerickal view of a Bush Cabinet Meeting!!!)

Engineers are the latest odds-makers,
For success of the NASA “Moon-rakers”.
While estimates vary,
1 in 100 is scary,
Yet it seems there’s no end to the takers…

Boot Camp’s never been a misnomer,
But the services now want a homer.
They insist Sergeant Carter,
Work harder and smarter,
In retaining and using all Gomers.

Is it a recess appointment for Bolton?
This White House behavior’s revoltin’
Bush wants this curmudgeon,
And says he ain’t budgein’,
Will the world now see both snakes a’ moltin’?

George Lucas in November, perforce,
Will release the last discs on “The Force”.
It ends at the nadir,
With the birth of Darth Vader.
“These are the discs that you’re looking for…”, of course!

The Cabinet Meeting

“Well, I guess, ya’ll, we ought to get started,
Let’s start off with the polls that Karl charted.
Karl, I’ll leave it to you…
Oh my God, smells like poo…
Was that you, Condoleezza, who farted?

“No sir, I’m a woman of class!
I would never do something so crass.
I stick to my diet,
That’s why I don’t buy it,
If I had it would smell more like grass…”

“Well Condi… guess you’re in the clear…
But this one, seems no one could hear…
Think we got us a leaker,
An old one-cheek-sneaker…
Consequences could be real severe…”

“Could I interrupt you sir, If I may?”
“Yeah. Go ahead, Don, have your say…”
“While we’re speaking of gas,
I have talked to the brass…
Looks like a good option per se.”

“Dang, Don, that’s an awfully big stick!
I think we’d best run it by Dick.
It really brings me a tear…
God , this smell is severe…
Open a window before I get sick!”

“Well, Dick, wha-da-ya think of Don’s plan?
Would it finish Iraq… then Iran?”
“The problem here, George,
Is the alliance they’d forge,
With that damn f—ing Bin Laden klan.”

“Yeah, Dick, guess I see what you mean…
What’ll we do with this surplus chlorine?
Oh, by the way, was it you…
You old redneck yahoo?”
“Nope, I’m like Condi, eat fiber, no beans…”

“Well Karl, guess its right back to you…
Was it you `bout to make us all spew?
So tell us Turd Blossum,
Have you been playin’ possum,
Or are there more leads that I need to pursue?”

“Sir, I guess that I’ll have to confess…
But I hope there will be no redress.
It’s my passion for eggies,
Instead of the veggies,
That results in the gas I suppress…”

“Heh, heh.. Karl I can see that you’re sweatin’
But your service I’m never forgettin’
Your leak’s all forgiven’
Because you’re so driven,
You’re just not a liar, I’m bettin!”

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