SOme levity.............. Don't think I posted this here yet!
Last month, Iraq delivered to the United Nations a
>12,000-page report denying it had weapons of mass destruction. Knowing
>President Bush does not have the attention span to read 12,000 pages,
>the Iraqis also provided an executive summary written in the style of
>the president's favorite author, Dr. Seuss. I have obtained a copy of this
>document from an anonymous source deep inside Vice President Dick
>Cheney's secret hideout. The complete text follows.]
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>I am Saddam.
> Saddam I am.
>
> I am the ruler of Iraq,
> The country that you would attack.
>
> You are Bush.
> Bush you are.
> The fame of you has spread afar.
>
> You do not like me, Bush, I know.
> You would not like me in a show.
> You would not like me in the snow.
> You simply wish that I would go.
>
> You say I used to slaughter Kurds.
> You say that I use naughty words.
>
> You say I have an evil stash
> Of weapons of destruction (mass),
> Of bombs and missiles, germs and gas.
>
> You say I tried to kill your Pop.
> Oh, how I wish that you would stop!
>
> I promise you I have no stash
> Of weapons of destruction (mass).
>
> I do not have them near or far.
> I did not hide them in my car.
> I did not hide them in a bar.
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> I did not hide them in a hole.
> I did not hide them up a pole.
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> I did not hide them in a grave.
> I did not hide them in a cave.
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> I did not hide them in a dish.
> I did not hide them in a knish.
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> I did not hide them in my coat.
> I did not hide them in a goat.
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> I did not hide them in a trunk.
> I did not hide them in my bunk.
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> I did not hide them anywhere.
> In short, they simply are not there.
>
> The inspectors came and looked,
> And looked, and looked, and looked, and looked.
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> They looked high and they looked low,
> Every place that they could go.
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> They looked in every hole and crack,
> Each drawer and closet, bag and sack.
>
> They found nothing in a trunk-or
> Even in my private bunker.
>
> They did not find a single stash
> Of weapons of destruction (mass) ...
> And STILL you won't get off my a**!
>
> I've done all that I can do.
> The rest, dear Bush, is up to you.
>
> Please don't be angry, don't be sore.
> We don't need to have a war.
>
> Let's go back to the good old days
> When your dad and Reagan sang my praise.
>
> I was your faithful ally then.
> Why can't we be friends again?
>
> I say, let's let this whole thing drop.
> (My best regards to your dear Pop.) |
