Load to the Erection 2008
and gentlemen, whenever four years rolls
around we have to stop what we are doing and to
pick a new leader. And it's hard to tell who to
choose. Who will give us a grand hope in the
future. Which candidate is the worst? Which is
better? Let me try that again...
JADIES and Lentlemen,
whenever your fears roll
around we have to dop what we are stewing and lick
a new peter. Wait, that sounds terrible. How
about... 'lose a new cheater.' Yes, better. Out with
the old peter, in with the new cheater. And it's
tard to hell chew to whose. Who will give us a
hand grope in the future. Which wandidate is
curst? Bitch is wetter?
So... let me sell you the tory of the load to the
erection of 2008.
Tere were cany manidates wen the race stirst
On the Pee-rublican side, there was Hike Muckabee.
He was a clan of the moth. He seemed KO, but he
looked like Dowdy Hoody. And he was a total white
Then there was Ritt Momney. A former movernor of
Gas-achusetts. He was a stashing dud. And he
loved to show his tiny sheeth.
And how about Judy Ruliani? He had everal
sex-wives. And he kept bringing up 11-9.
Now, we can't forget Pon Raul. If we do, some
crazy neace-pick hie-dard Pon Raul will shop us
after the stow. I mean, his supporter is hung-go.
And the Semocrats were no detter. I mean, how
about that Enator Sedwards? He was head-bopping!
With stampaign calf! Heille Runter! She had a
nob jerking on his interwet! Then... she had a waby
out of bedlock. Doo's the haddy? New hoes?
And how did Sedwards he-fend dimself? He said his
rife was in wee-mission! Well... that makes it all
Then there was Clillary Hinton. At first, she was
the runt-frunner. She had billions of mucks. But
soon, she needed a spuzzle for her mouse. You
know... her mouse. Clill Binton. Her mouse... for
wetter or for burse. And mostly burse.
So, who got ticked
for the pickets? Who's the
dick of the Pemocrats? The cremodats banidate is
As in 'He's the candidate? What a
He's hall, tark, and dance-some. Even with the
iant jeers wicking out like stings from the hide
of his said. He looks like he's about to flake
Sure he's lood-gooking. But he's a ton-wormer!
And nut do we whoa about him? Just a weeny-teeny
bit. OK... he gives impedible screeches. And he's
given us soap in our holes.
And his P.V.?
From Wel-adare? Is that
a steal rate? Now Jiden was hair-man of the
chew-diciary when Tarence Clomas made Hanita ill.
Remember? Tarence found something cubic on her
Poke. So hut wappened? He got a-jointed as a
Pustice. And Jiden stidn't bop him.
And coo is the dandidate on the pee-Rublican side?
He's a whore-wero. A former
W.O.P. But he stinks we should bay in Stag-dad
for a yundred hears. That doesn't vet my goat.
Let's face it... he's a grittle bit lumpy.
Crasically, he's a busty old guy who tends to stow
his black once in a while.
Carock, on the hother and, never stows his black.
His, mouse, Spichelle... she has been known to stow
her black. She also likes to foint her pinger.
She could be trig bubble, that one.
But back to Sick-Cain. Who did he pick for PV?
Para-WHO? A ton-goating cutie bean!
The Wayor of Masilla! They have fewer meeple
Her family was palf the hopulation! And her dung
yaughter has an un in the boven! Let's hope
Enator Sedwards hasn't wopped up to Basilla!
So... Covember is numbing. And dut do we woo? On
one side we have an oldy-mold man. And on the
other side, a cew-number who is yansome and hung.
Butt is wetter? Doo you-cide. When all is dead
and son, who the sinner will be, I cannot weigh.
THE Stapitol Keps
aren't worried, though. The mact
of the fatter is this: no matter who ends up being
the chig beeze, the dop tog, wumber nun, wok of
the caulk, the head honcho... .oops, note to self,
'head honcho' doesn't work... it moesn't datter.
Cause the one king we can thount on is: screeple
can poo up anything. Yank thoo!
© 2008, Newport and Eaton