The gift that keeps on giving,
That’s what John Kerry is;
As long as that fool’s living,
He’ll keep us blogs in biz.
Big John’s too dumb to ever get
His big foot from his mouth;
So at ease, relax, you Swiftvets,
His campaign’s headed south.
He began his long tradition,
While still wearing Navy blue,
Of practicing sedition,
Against vets like me, like you.
As a second john in Paris,
He courted Madame Binh,
Who hooked her nail in his naris,
And sent her songbird home to sing.
And now he’s right back to it,
Lurching into media light;
Again he says he’ll do it,
So damn sure he is right.
He’ll go see Imawhackjob,
To plan how we’ll surrender,
Another stab us in the back job,
The only plan Big John can render.
They’ll fete him sure in Teheran,
Perhaps with parades and floats,
A happy, winning, waving John,
So far from those Swift boats.
His treason will put a big smile
On the face of many a Teherani,
So proud of Imawhackjob’s guile,
In creating Teherani Johnni.
©Copyright December 21, 2006 by Russ Vaughn