With a constitution in place in Iraq,
We’ll be able to pull our troops back.
But it sounds a bit crummy,
This position from Rummy,
That paper armor will cease all attack.
(four more after the fold)
Poor George had just left for vacation,
Must he now go step up for the nation?
With the death of King Fahd,
America’s “Bling God”,
He must kowtow to fight oily inflation.
The Atkins Corporation’s bankrupted,
With the diet claiming carbs are corrupted.
Were their profits all leeched,
By massive flights to South Beach,
Or when Bob died, was the company abducted?
At the Jamboree, Bush proceeded to tout,
Of his staff who were all former scouts.
But it seems that old Dub,
Never made it past Cub,
His own mother having thrown the boy out.
The engineers are all poring o’er reams,
Of fabric and temperature extremes.
Should they consult a good tailor,
`Fore the next time they sail her
With Discovery coming apart at the seams?
