
Lame-Duck Limericks
Climbing Nussle’s Ladder, by George W. Bush
There once was a man from Manchester,
Who made his living as a hustler;
When he came home to roost,
Looking for a presidential boost,
He was rubber stamped: “Return to Sender.”
The Lame-Duck Decider, by Jim Nussle
There once was a hell-bent “Decider,”
For failed policies he was quite a fighter.
He rode into Iowa, guns a blazing,
And tried firin’ up the Right Wing;
Shot down by voters, his crusade had backfired.
The Lame-Duck Minority Blues, written and performed as a duet by Jim and George
They descended from the pearly gates of D.C.,
In an attempt to bankrupt Democracy;
Despite the Bush sightings,
Iowans weren’t biting:
Humbled, they hobbled home to their new minority.
Begin Lame-Duck discourse:
Bush: Well, Jim, now you’re lame, just like me.
Nussle: True George, but you’re lamer.
Bush: Naw Jimmy, you’re lamer.
Nussle: You’re lamer than lame.
Bush: But I’m still the “Decider,” and I decide you’re lamer.
Nussle: But I’m only lame for a couple more months, not a couple of years like you lame-boy.
Bush: Don’t call me lame boy, lame boy.
Nussle: Lame Boy!
Bush: You’re the lame boy!
Nussle: Lame Boy!
Bush: As your Commander in Chief, I order you to stop calling me lame boy!
Nussle: Lame boy!
Bush: Don’t make me order the limo driver pull over!
Nussle: Lame boy!
Bush: No, you’re the lame boy……
This back and forth rhetorical discourse managed to stay the course all the way to Ohio, at which point, Lame-Duck President Bush ordered his driver to reroute their course, making sure they drove around Ohio and any other blues states on their way to D.C.
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