Discovery lands in the Mohave,
With spectators of cacti and agave.
Since the weather caused blips,
O’er the Florida strips,
Must hitch a ride with Jumbo Jet Kemo-Sabe.
(five more after the fold)
`Tis some nerve that he calls it a plan,
This joke with a four year wingspan.
Dub refuses to wean,
From oily teat so unclean,
And protects his oiligarchical clan.
Over counter makes sense the morning after,
Arguments against just couldn’t be any dafter:
“More freely dispensed,
Increases teen sex incidence.”
Have aspirins made hang-overs hit rafters?
The Iraqis did temporarily disband,
O’er the constitution they sought to expand.
`Twas a common sandstorm,
Called a halt to reform,
With Bush fate now written in sand…
With his compound surrounded by squatters,
And the rhetoric and weather getting hotter.
Dub ignores the big fete,
Touts economic drumbeat,
What a rotter; could it be Crawford’s water?
The box office has put up it’s Dukes,
Amidst tons of really critical rebukes.
All we can say is, “Go figger…”
As the profits get bigger;
Guess the public really likes `Kewk, kewk, kewks…’
