Friday, October 07, 2005

Poetry for Politicians

First, here's a note for the Hammer,
Please enjoy, many years in the slammer.

Here's one to Billy's Boy Blunt.
Who last Christmas pulled quite a stunt.
He finally got his Boy Runt,
Out of the house, and into the hunt.
He said, "Son, my money can't err,
I've got millions from K Street, I'll get you there.
I'll dress you real nice, I'll buy a fur for your wife,
It will look kinda' stupid,
But, then, you ain't no Cupid.
Go to Jeff City, at least some of the time.
And when they start looking for money
And say that the budget looks rather funny,
Just do like your old man -- grunt.
Run like hell, and get ready to punt.


Anonymous Zach said...

I like the new look

7:16 AM, October 10, 2005  

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