Saturday, July 07, 2007

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...

4 Comments:

Anonymous Ed said...

Fred said it was fate,
he took care of his friend Nixon,
the tapes from Watergate, 15 minutes would be missin'.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Aaron said...

Funny how that works, innit...?

11:52 PM  
Blogger Stephen Rader said...

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!!!!

1:44 PM  
Blogger Aaron said...

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.

8:54 PM  

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