The what in his bed?!?

[mayhap]

Like the rest of you, I have read our ... uh ... I guess we'll call him our president, anyway, his ... uh ... poem? Do we have to call it a poem? Anyway.

I, too, have taken a stab at rendering what I believe the man was trying to say. It goes a little something like this:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I haven't exactly been
Faithful to you

Because you've just been
The lump in my bed
And my friend Tony Blair
Goes down and gives head

So if you were thinking about getting with that Chirac
My Secret Service goons will always get your back.
Besides, I like to take out the competition
When I'm out on a diplomacy mission.

Comments

[satyadasa.livejournal.com]

This is, oddly enough, much less disturbing than the original.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*snerk!*

Asscroft will probably come and haul you away to join your terrorist buddies in Guantanamo Bay, but it will have been worth it.

[mayhap]

You know, I met him once at some sort of mildly formal event in Liberty, Missouri. I was twelve or thirteen perhaps and I wandered around avoiding whoever was there and eating cubes of cheese and chocolate-covered strawberries and stuff. Had I but known what sort of horror lay in store, I would have lobbed a grenade at him rather than shaking his hand ...