Wednesday, December 5, 2007

the closest thing to poetry we have


If you're chasing the chicken
Around the chicken yard
And you don't have him yet,
And the question is, how close are you?
The answer is, it's tough to characterize
Because there's lots of zigs and zags.
-- Donald Rumsfeld

3 comments:

Sarge said...

It's like a smelly sock
Wrapped around your throat
But who knew that even the clusterphokk Iraq
Could not such pride to smote.

Now our dollar's worth half a pence
And the rich prance on reality tv
If this country had any sense
We'd throw the bastards off a levee.

Instead they're buying humvees and guns
To fry the oceans and shoot up the malls
Talking all the way about Britney's sons
and the size and worth of Barry's balls.

Doggone and hell's bells,
It's all over baby blue -
We'll buy anything if they tell us it sells
Put us out to pasture and we start to moo.

Fungster said...

I say Sarge's is better
But Smiff's does ring true
Now, so I don't get any wetter
I'm gonna pop off to the loo.

Corms said...

Hickory dickory dock
This schmo is too easy to mock
but with thousands dead
pointed at his head
should be a fully loaded glock