by El Zorro Viejo (aka; Jim)

Yes, as we enter into deepest, darkest summer we begin to see, looming on the horizon like a blot on our eschutcheon, the political conventions of late summer and, beyond them, the actual campaign season which will stretch through the fall into November. Concurrent with this prospect, we have the release of a flurry of books dealing with matters politic. The first salvos of the literary battle front were fired off by the attackers of the fortress. Personally, I like Calvin Trillin's little book, Obliviously On He Sails: The Bush Administration in Rhyme, which has some cute stuff in it. I have a habit of picking it up from the Current Events table once a day and flipping through at random to find my poem for the day. This is what I came up with yesterday:

WARS
(A preventive-war anthem sung to the tune that Joyce Kilmer's "Trees" was set to, with piano accompaniment)
 
We think that God has never made
A country we should not invade.
Some evil tyrants go unchecked,
And bombing them gets us respect.
The more small countries we destroy
The more respect we can enjoy.
 
La-da-dee-dee, bomb-bomb
La-da-dee-dee, bomb-bomb
 
And rulers who may seem okay?
It's smart to bomb them anyway,
So others fear us like the Hun.
That Vietnam disease is done.
Our country had it wrong before:
There's nothing better than a war.  

That sounds like it should be Shrub's campaign song. Sing it long and loud at all Bush rallies!! *grin*

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