Posted by ...dog... on 2/16/2003, 5:44 am
the blair stood by the burning bush,
yet beautiful and bright he stood,
the flames grew high but he could not go,
he called aloud..."oh tell me cos
"speak, father-bush!" again he cried,
upon his brow he felt a wreath,
.and he shouted but once more aloud,
the media foamed in splendour wild,
then came a burst of thunder sound...
with no dignity
no regard for right,
woof
196.22.189.120
...nut casa bianca...
whence all but he had fled;
the flames that lit the p.ms plush
office...warmed his head.
as born to rule the proles;
a creature of heroic blood,
a proud product of the polls.
for he awaited his controllers word;
that fatherly-bush fast asleep below,
as charismatic as richard the third.
i wanna bomb wogs
relentless
alas for him his chieftain was,
stateside, non compos mentis .
"if i may yet start bombing!"
and only his own yesmen replied,
and even that was a long time coming.
covering his thinning hair.
he looked the part: top to underneath!
the picture of despair.
"are we doing this thing or what?"
while o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
the world saw: hed lost the plot.
they waved the flag on high,
they got some great shots of the gallant child,
which remain the © of sky.
the boy-oh!
where was he?
ask his minders
just where was he found?
(brown-trousered
behind the settee).
and no respect for the voiceless voters
he shouted charge when told he might
and so doing
kicked the world in its scroters
dog
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