A Saturday Political Poem
Fred Thompson, Fred Thompson
You wear such fancy clothes
Fred Thompson, Fred Thompson
Where have you had your nose?
ANSWER: Why, in Nixon's drawers, apparently!
Happy Campaign Trails, Freddie...
posted by Aaron at 6:50 PM
4 Comments:
Fred said it was fate,
he took care of his friend Nixon,
the tapes from Watergate, 15 minutes would be missin'.
Funny how that works, innit...?
I'm not a poet but here it goes...
"Freddie, darling Freddie
Can't escape his White Trash life
But a least he goes to beddie
With a friggin' hot wife!"
Like I said, I'm not a poet.
And as horrible as he is and would be for the country, I would just LOVE to see that wife of his in the White House. Scan-DAHL!!!!
Maybe she'll make it into the White House anyway. She can crash the real President's first party there...in a cake or something.
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