Thoughts on Iraq, in Limerick Form

The stresses are probably off, as these were hastily assembled. My most sincere apologies.

The President George W. Bush,
Did rarely spend much time on his tush.
Working all the day,
T'keep terror away,
And transforming Iraq into mush.

Now it looks we'll be there a long while,
To protect girl woman boy and child.
Though Saddam's now disposed,
The violence yet grows,
But democracy is now in style.

Bush's numbers continue to descend.
He can't seem to find a loyal friend.
Abandoning his base,
With a grin on his face,
Now broken, the trust will not mend.

With two years to go things look sire,
The rage of the voters is like fire.
But to whom ought we turn?
When will people learn,
That both parties are comprised of liars?

The election looms in November.
I do not think we will remember,
To just stay right home,
To polls we shan't roam;
We won't have to sanction one member.


Poetry, it is said, is dying. Well, I don't like to toot my own horn, but I think Virgil and Dante would gladly claim the above as their own.

Or not. One or the other. Probably.