300 Boy scouts became stricken,
As the air and the heat seemed to thicken.
But could it just be,
That more hot air from DC,
Is the reason they all seemed to sicken?
(five more after the fold)
The mood around NASA’s now grave,
They’re grounded again, post conclave.
A temporary shalom;
Could use gel `stead of foam,
If they want to avoid a close shave…
The battle in The House is now over.
Some reps think they’re rolling in clover.
Is this deal that they made,
Really good for free trade,
Or just a cheap cotton CAFTAN pull-over?
A couple made love in a dinghy;
Waterbed, both exciting and springy!
Their cries really vexed,
Left rescuers perplexed;
No rubber to cover his thingie?
CAFTA quickly became a shakedown,
When it appeared it was going to sundown.
`Twas extended for hours,
By Republican powers,
Pursuing “fair” vote, “up or down”…
They’ve proven it’s all just fantasia,
This obsession with the herb Echinacea,
It’s been overly sold,
As a cure for the cold,
In our quest for Rhinoviralthanasia.