George’s annual physical exam,
As presented, is just a big a sham.
The results they did shred,
On the CT of the head,
With brain tissue weighing less than a gram.
(four more after the fold)
There’ll be toasting and raising of Guinnesses,
With the capture of four bombing menaces.
But one has to reflect,
And become circumspect,
Lest THEY’RE charged with executing de Menezes…
The news has reports about CAFTA,
And reviews of all sorts about NAFTA.
But our biggest export,
Of South American import,
Seems to be free democracy’s GRAFT… unh…
Two year’s legislation’s compressed,
In a day of Congressional largesse.
Even McCain with pitchfork,
Can’t stop stampeding pork,
Or kids running in halls at recess.
`Tis ironic from Home Improvement derives,
Low technology to save Shuttle lives.
For the tiles that degrade,
Quick repairs can be made,
With caulk guns and large putty knives.
It’s too bad there’s no mental exam-although I doubt they could make those results public. Not that any of us paying attention need a test on georgie to know he’s a mental case.
Mental is as mental does. Georgie’s head is filled with fuzz. But that’s being generous I think…more like a rotted brain-stink.
I find it rather insultin’
How Bush is forcing his dolt in
The Senate held out
On a nominee lout
So it’s a recess appointment for Bolton
Though it’s far from of absurd
To think Bush flipped the press the bird
I want you to know
That it just aint so
My diary gives the last word
(Cool… pimping my own diary in a limerick!)
Paul Hackett is under attack
But insults just roll off his back
The flames that he’s getting
While somewhat upsetting
Are nothing compared to Iraq