i received this in my email today:
Poor Bill!
Poor Bill, he's the tops, he is our pres,
It's not his fault, his wife looks like a Lez,
When she's at home, where's she's at,
She'd rather sleep with, Socks the cat,
So Bill he must and Bill he may,
Here goes Bill, he goes astray,
To find a page so he can turn,
From up to down, for he does yearn,
And so he finds a girl to touch,
Who's been to the frig a bit too much,
But he don't care, for she's so young,
The things she does, with her lips and tongue,
But Bill he's our Pres and not the Pope,
Just ask Striesend, she's not a dope,
But Monica can't sing, and cannot dance,
But Moncia excels in someone's else's pants,
And when the page was with the lad,
She never forgot her presidential knee pad,
But now Monica is sad and Monica is blue,
Because the media thinks she is a screw,
Even her mom can't change their minds,
So her lawyer does look and then he finds,
An agent! Who betrayed our king,
And for some bucks, away will sing,
But Bill is strong, and Bill is great,
And so the Gulf will be his debate,
He'll send some ships and send some planes,
To avoid the scandal, in which he flames,
He'll teach that Saadam, enough is enough,
If you want to play, then we'll play rough,
But poor Saadam is just a pawn,
On Bill's chessboard of life, which is a con,
So Bill will ponder the meaning of life,
And publicly admit, he's in love with his wife. |
