Wacobelle's crass commentary . . . .            
 

I'm a crusty old buzzard. My name's Wacobelle.  
I think a third party would be purty swell.  
I'm sure not a Dem and I'm not GOP;  
and it's really unlikely that I'll ever be.
You've gotta have humor in this day and age;
but the coots from both parties just rattle my cage.     
 I'd sure like to joke if it wasn't so sad.
It's painful to laugh; things have gotten so bad!!!!

 

                                                                       


THE DEMO-DILEMMA

The Demo-dilemma’s a dilly!
Just how do you spin away Billy?
Just how do you spin
all the trouble he’s in
without sounding sophomoric and silly?
To spin away Billy's a chore
that will baffle the Dems ever more.
Sam Donaldson tried;
and poor Cokie cried;
and Carville just bellowed for WAR.
“I didn't have sex with that woman…..
though she polished my wee little willie.”
Just how do you sell it,
explain it or tell it?
Just how do you spin away Billy? 
©2000     
 

 



DING DONG DADDY  

He's a ding-dong daddy from the White house;  
and you oughta see him strut his stuff.  
He doesn't drink ale.  
He doesn't inhale;  
and I'd guess that he doesn't sniff snuff.  
But his ding-dong gets Daddy in trouble.  
It thinks in the place of his head.  
Let a woman walk by,  
he unzippers his fly,  
and his brain gets dinged up and dong dead.
©2000

  
                                                  


 

 

THE SPIN THE SPINNER SPUN

Those weapons of expungement,
so assiduously spun-
I wonder where those weapons went.
They must a' up 'n run.

That terrifying instrument
that gave us such a scare...
I wonder where it up 'n  went.
Somehow it wasn't there.

They searched about and all around
and when the hunt was done,
the most destructive weapon found......
the spin the spinner spun!
©2004

 		                    DADDY'S LITTLE BOY

Daddy's pampered little boy
is playin' on the floor.
with all his military toys,
 he's busy playin' war.
He's playin' that his name's King George.......
he fancies that fine name.
It's Hail King George and Heil King George....
he relishes this game.

He's got his box a' soldiers out.
He's dumped them on the floor.
Some will get all broke, no doubt...
that goes with playin' war.
He's on the floor with toys galore.
King George is there a sprawlin',
and all around him everywhere
tin soldiers are a' fallin'.
Who cares? He thinks this game is fun;
and for each busted toy,
they'll simply buy another one
for Daddy's little boy.

It's Hail King George and Heil King George.
King George is busy playin'.
And what about the other kids?
Well they're all busy prayin'
'cuz they don't cotton, God forbid,
t' royalty and kings.......
and Daddy 's got another boy
a waitin' in the wings!!!!!
©2005

 

 

     THE FRAT BOY FROM YALE  

   I didn't have sex with that woman…  
   though she might have had some sex with me.  
           I just can't remember…  
           perhaps in December  
    she just might have come on to me.  

   I didn't serve in the Army.  
   The Army's too low down and crass.  
            I'm a Frat boy from Yale  
            who didn't inhale;  
  And I didn't touch Monica’s ass.  

   I didn't march in the Army.  
   I marched with draft dodgers at Yale.  
            While I burned the flag,  
             I sure didn't drag…  
  I'd  never, no never, inhale.  

   I didn't have sex with that woman…  
   though she may have had some sex with me.  
             I just can't remember-  
             perhaps in September-  
    that woman just might have raped me.
 ©2000

 

ROOTIN' ,TOOTIN', SHOOTIN' GEORGE

There's a cowpoke outta' Texas
who's a shootin' up the range
but seein' how he's Texas bred-
I guess that ain't so strange.
There's somethin bout the cowboy though
that sure is mystifyin'...
beyond the scope of barroom chat,
 his bent for barroom lyin'.
Like another, name a' Bill,
 the cowboy came from Yale.
He didn't march or protest much...
but yes, he did inhale.
While he was used t' drinkin' much,
now he'll only  sip...
He wasn't used t' thinkin' much...
Just shootin' from the hip.
His answer to most everything...
when you're in doubt, just shoot!
And when you're really doubtful,
why, just bomb 'em all t' boot!
 ©2005

                            
 

                                     Tragic news announcement........

  Folks, Here's a humorous email that was sent to Michael "Boots" Robinson and forwarded to me. The author is unknown. Enjoy...
 

I just read this tragic news flash and thought you'd all be interested..... 

 

BUSH PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY DESTROYED BY FLOOD
 

Crawford, Texas -- A tragic flood this morning destroyed the personal

library of President George W. Bush. The flood began in the presidential

bathroom where both of the books were kept. Both of his books have been

lost.

 

A presidential spokesman said the president was devastated, as he had

Almost finished coloring the second one. 

The White House tried to call FEMA but there was no answer.

 




 

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