Osama and crew?
We havenÂ't caught many
In fact very few.
Â"Our securityÂ's a joke
Our friends have departed
Â'Cause of President Bush
And this war that he started.Â"
Â"If you are so smart,Â"
Said the Cat in the Hat,
Â"Then talk to George Bush
WhatÂ's the matter with that?Â"
So the Cat in the Hat
Reached in our TV
Grabbed Georgie Bush
Set him down facing me.
Said Commander-in-Chief
Â"Yes, Iraq is hard work
But well worth all this grief.Â"
I couldnÂ't believe it
He wore a big grin
As if Bush enjoyed
This mess we are in.
Â"Hard work if you donÂ't
Know what youÂ're doinÂ'
George, you and your gang
Will lead us to ruin.Â"
Then Dubya got angry
And made a bad sound
He shouted and bellowed
And stomped on the ground.
Â"I donÂ't have to listen
To peons like you
IÂ'm Decider-in-Chief
I like what I do.Â"
Then Bush took a leap
Back in our TV
He hugged Bill OÂ'Reilly
They giggled with glee.
Â"WeÂ're looting America
And having such fun
Too bad Â'bout your future
But weÂ've just begun.Â"
I jumped from the couch
Turned off the TV
Â"George is real bad,
Â"Just as bad as can be.Â"
Cat nodded his head
Â"HeÂ's no fun all,Â"
And he turned and ran,
Cross the room, down the hall.
Then Mother came in
With a swish of her skirt
Â"I see you were good
Not covered with dirt.Â"
I said not a word
About the Cat in the Hat
Or my visit with Bush
She doesnÂ't know that.
Yet sometimes I ponder
George Bush and his flock
What does Dubya think
About solving Iraq?
Maybe he just sits
There, as simple as that
He waits for an answer
From the Cat in the Hat.
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