Notes on the Atrocities
Like a 100-watt radio station, broadcasting to the dozens...


Monday, October 06, 2003  

All right, apparently I'm late on this, but here you go: poetry from the President.

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


Okay, poetry isn't exactly the right word. (Oh, and by the way, that phrase "my lump in the bed" refers to Laura. It's hard to imagine a context in which that's good.)

posted by Jeff | 4:20 PM |
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