“THE FLYBY”
“Hey, Pilot! Woncha’ bring `er down lower!”
“But Sir… I can’t fly it much slower…”
“I’ll get off this squawk box,
An’ knock your head in your socks,
Yer’ ass is grass, and I’ll be the mower”“We’re descending, we’ll bring her about…
Roger, Wilco, Sir… over and out,”
“Karl, ya see what I mean,
Ya gotta make a big scene,
True leadership’s `bout usin’ yer clout…”
(Continued after the fold, plus five topical limericks!)
“Hey, ya’ll, take a look out this winder,
Heh… looks like it’s been through a blender…
Little ants in a pond,
I just wave my big wand,
George Bush… human sufferin’ ender…”“Them levees let that Ponchertrain Lake in,”
“Sir , the War took a lot of their bacon…”
“Karl, you know that’s a sin…
Gotta make with the spin…”
“Better play ball… this Blanco and Nagin…”“Down there! I think I see me some looters…
See the ones by the girl with the hooters?
Ya think Air Force One,
Could get Gatling guns?”
“I don’t know, sir… we’d never make it past Souter…”“So they’re looters, sir… how can you tell?”
“They’re like the Cong back in Nam, there Michelle…
They’ll just drop or they’ll run,
Once they’ve heard the big gun,
And the runners… you just lead them real well…”“My God, Karl! What’s that terrible sound?”
“Stall warning… we almost hit the ground…
We darned near clipped the dome,
Let’s just head `er back home…
I see the press now… it’s `Chicken Hawk Drowned’…”“Who’s the pilot, I want to go meet `em,
My pants… damn… think I just mighta’ peed `em…
That’s a really close call,
Almost dropped the football…
Could we get him a Medal of Freedom…?”
Bush says that there’s a lot of help coming,
Foreign Aid? Says we shouldn’t be slumming,
You must starve by the laws,
Conserve gas, use rickshas,
To fix the Oiligarchy’s old plumbing…
Camp Casey is being disbanded,
“The Shrub” has been really backhanded.
This was no defeat,
BUSH beat the retreat,
This war o’er our country’s expanded…
`Tis sad that it’s now the “Big Queasy”
With waters all sickening and greasy.
Now with fears of West Nile,
And old germs more motile,
Sanitation restoration’s not breezy…
With Katrina and the war with Jihadists,
The new spin on the economy’s oddest…
Our oil production’s way down,
They’re all smiles, not a frown
Better run… if they’re using the word “Modest”…
Bunol, Spain’s in the news for excess,
“Tomatina” won’t famine address…
While chucking the maters,
Internal debaters,
Thought to send pizza pie as redress…
