Wednesday, October 08, 2003

BusherelI may have missed this by a couple of days (judging by the date on this
Tom Tomorrow post) but I haven't seen it widely spread around, and think it deserves is. What does the president do when he isn't scanning headlines or going early to bed? He writes poetry, towhit:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my, lump in the bed
How I've missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.


Oh. My. Goodness.