Somehow I inspired my grandma to start writing political poetry. I can now see where I got my way with words. I nearly wet myself when I read it. Here's one from my grandma:
WE LOVE GEORGIE
GEORGIE PORGIE PUDDIN PIE
KICKED KERRY’S ASS AND MADE HIM CRY,
GOOD OLD GEORGIE SAVED THE DAY,
MADE GOOF-ASS KERRY RUN AWAY.
GEORGIE PORGIE TELLS THE TRUTH,
HE AIN’T FULL OF CRAP AND SPOOF,
HE’S GOT A PLAN A GOOD ONE TOO,
HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO DO.
HE DON’T WASTE OUR DOUGH ON SUNNY BEACHES,
GLUTTING BOOZE WITH POLITICAL LEACHES,
HE WORKS AND SWEATS JUST LIKE A MAN,
DON’T FLIT AROUND LIKE PETER-PAN.
HE WALKS THE WALK AND TALKS THE TALK,
ENEMY THREATS DON’T MAKE HIM BALK,
HE STANDS FIRM, HE KNOWS HE’S RIGHT,
HE WON’T RUN, HE’LL STAND AND FIGHT!
WHEN ALL IS FINALLY SAID AND DONE,
AND ANNIE PUT’S AWAY HER GUN,
WHEN THE TERRORISTS ARE ALL PUT TO REST,
AND THE U.S.A. HAS PASSED THE TEST
AMERICA WILL REMAIN A NATION,
THAT DOESN’T REFUSE AN INVITATION,
SENT IN THE FORM OF TERRORIST ATTACK,
WATCH AMERICA SEND IT BACK!
GOD BLESS AMERICA AND LET FREEDOM REIGN!
By old granny
Posted by aakaakaak at November 6, 2004 01:23 PM