Reminiscent of poor old Bridget Jones,
Renee’s splitting from Chesney, hold the phones!
She cites fraud as the reason,
The marriage is not pleasin’,
Has the Sexy Tractor been overblown?
(seven more after the fold!)
Fresh swordfish has more mercury in it,
So does tuna, no way they can spin it,
The Bush FDA’s action?
Voluntary Retraction…
`Til they can RAISE that pesky old limit…
Our bulimic President now urges,
Our patience as the Gulf Coast emerges.
Our security’s unhinged,
`Cause of the funds that Dub’s binged,
And we trust him with his promised purges?
Karl Rove’s “Master of Disaster” now, yikes!
Or to address Dubya’s downward poll spikes?
The irony of it all,
And we presume its Dub’s call:
He has a LEAKER with fingers in dikes!
Costing more than his dumb “War on Terror”
Bush swears he’ll be the Gulf Coast repairer.
Battle lines, they are drawing,
With Dub hemming and hawing,
It never ends, this old “War on Error”
Two thirds of voters are saying, “Go Home!”
To the Austrian iron pumping coxcomb.
But undaunted, old Arnie,
He’ll just make with the Blarney!
Steroid effects on the Y-chromosome?
The French Quarter’s cleaned up every last turd,
And they say this disaster’s now mastered.
They seek to open the bars,
But who will fight Bush’s wars,
If the National Guard gets all plastered?
Ophelia has a date with Nantucket,
As it soaked Ocracoke in a bucket,
A perfect lim-rical storm,
As faces redden and warm,
Okeydoke… here’s the joke! Nah… just fuck it…
