By George, Where's The WMD?

Hide the silverware, Third World!
Here comes Georgie!

He's making a list.
He's checking it once.
He's checking it twice.
He's gonna see who's been naughty,
And who's been nice.

Your stockings should be hung
By the camels with care.
And don't step in the dung,
Cause St. George will be there.

McDonalds and Taco Bell,
And Starbucks bring democracy
That will be your kids' rebel yell.
So give up the WMD, Iraqi.


From out in the desert, there arose such a clatter,
He sprung from his tent to see what was the matter.
When what to his bloodshot eyes should appear
But a battalion of storm troopers in battle gear.

He swore that they would be strong to the finish,
He looked like Popeye opening a can of spinach.
He said nothing that made sense but went to work.
He might be a President, but to the Iraqi he's a jerk.

Damn! Don't they have Pronounce Checker on these stupid things?

How'd Daddy say it? New-clear? Nuh-clear? Say Condo, er Condi, how do you pronounce "?"

Wait a minute, I think I got it! Whee doggies! It's "Knuckler."

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