written in terms bush can understand

Discussion in 'Grasscity Forum Humor' started by bud stuffer, Mar 6, 2003.

  1. A while ago Iraq delivered to the United Nations a 12,000 page
    report denying it had weapons of mass destruction. Realising
    that pResident Bush does not have the requisite attention span
    for reading 12,000 pages, the Iraqis have provided an executive
    summary written in the style of the pResident's favorite author,
    Dr. Seuss.

    I am Saddam.
    Saddam I am.

    I am the ruler of Iraq,
    The country that you would attack.

    You are Bush.
    Bush you are.
    The fame of you has spread afar.

    You do not like me, Bush, I know.
    You would not like me in a show.
    You would not like me in the snow.
    You simply wish that I would go.

    You say I used to slaughter Kurds.
    You say that I use naughty words.

    You say I have an evil stash
    Of weapons of destruction (mass),
    Of bombs and missiles, germs and gas.

    You say I tried to kill your Pop.
    Oh, how I wish that you would stop!

    I promise you I have no stash
    Of weapons of destruction (mass).

    I do not have them near or far.
    I did not hide them in my car.
    I did not hide them in a bar.

    I did not hide them in a hole.
    I did not hide them up a pole.

    I did not hide them in a grave.
    I did not hide them in a cave.

    I did not hide them in a dish.
    I did not hide them in a knish.

    I did not hide them in my coat.
    I did not hide them in a goat.

    I did not hide them in a trunk.
    I did not hide them in my bunk.

    I did not hide them anywhere.
    In short, they simply are not there.

    The inspectors came and looked,
    And looked, and looked, and looked, and looked.

    They looked high and they looked low,
    Every place that they could go.

    They looked in every hole and crack,
    Each drawer and closet, bag and sack.

    They found nothing in a trunk-or
    Even in my private bunker.

    They did not find a single stash
    Of weapons of destruction (mass) ...
    And STILL you won't get off my a**!

    I've done all that I can do.
    The rest, dear Bush, is up to you.

    Please don't be angry, don't be sore.
    We don't need to have a war.

    Let's go back to the good old days
    When your dad and Reagan sang my praise.

    I was your faithful ally then.
    Why can't we be friends again?

    I say, let's let this whole thing drop.
    (My best regards to your dear Pop.)

    -- Author Unknown
     
  2. lol entertaining ;)
     
  3. hahaha. i heard they still needed to make an audio tape for him though.
     
  4. heh heh that brought back thoughts of childhood memories. all that was missing were the pictures.
     

  5. hahahahaha, yeah i thought it was a little advanced.
     

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