| Current mood: | devious |
| Current music: | Save Ginny Weasley -- Harry and the Potters |
The what in his bed?!?
Like, I presume, the rest of you, I have read our ... uh ... I guess we'll call him our president, anyway, his ... uh ... poem? Do we have to call it a poem? Anyway.
I, too, have taken a stab at rendering what I believe the man was trying to say. It goes a little something like this:
Roses are red Violets are blue I haven't exactly been Faithful to you
Because you've just been The lump in my bed And my friend Tony Blair Goes down and gives head
So if you were thinking about getting with that Chirac My Secret Service goons will always get your back. Besides, I like to take out the competition When I'm out on a diplomacy mission.
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