July 19, 2005

Rhyme Without Treason Part VI - UPDATE

The entries so far...

Ode To Karl:

History is full of men,
who change the world through greed, not pen.

Intelligence is overlooked, and altered time and time again.

Pull the wool over Americas' eyes, and terrorize all of our hardworking spies!

They won't find the phone calls from Air Force 1,
that - - made, to see Wilson undone.

And Karl made the cover for - - you see,
and now the rest is history.

Will Bush's brain be sent to the slammer, to save - - from Justice's hammer?

Or, will the truth be known at last?
How many men died, for that gallon of Gas?

No, there is no Justice left in DC,
just lots of Supreme ones' to screw you and me.

Posted by 4leaf clover at July 15, 2005 02:14 PM

Although Karl may not have to pay the piper,
that does not prevent him from being a viper.

Posted by Peeka-Boo at July 15, 2005 09:21 PM

Karl is Round,
Karl is cute,
and he knows how to shoot.

Posted by Millie at July 16, 2005 10:36 AM

Rove is My hero,
he sent me to war. Isn't this what America's for?
\We liberate nations from strife and despair,
and Karl's vindication will be in the air.

Posted by Boone at July 16, 2005 02:56 PM

Oh, my Rovy-kuns,
You have such supple buns.

I love the way,
You tell Bush what to say.

Those horrible people are dumb,
For saying you'd reveal a CIA Ag- oh. Uhm.

I still love you Rovy-kuns.
For your oh-so-supple buns.

Posted by Chelsea at July 16, 2005 06:45 PM

If Rove were a flower, he would be a thistle.
If Rove were a weapon, he would be a missile.
You get down from a thistle, and Karl gets me down too, his assortment of goons, they belong in a zoo.
When I see him coming, I run for my life,
where is my splattershield...I'm not your wife!
Don't worry Viginia, Karl is all yours,
I am just one of his regular whores.

Posted by Flower Girl at July 17, 2005 09:00 AM

If Bush needs a new brain,
why, call out for ME!
I'll take Karls' place in the halls of D.C.
If questions come up, why, I'll answer them fast,
and make Bush forget Turd Blossom at last!
I'll set them all straight, diplomatically speaking ,and even get Lauras' shoes to stop squeaking. I'll sneak beer and pretzels into the blue room, and if George makes a mess, I can handle a broom. I'll tap all the phones of the CIA spies, and make sure they heed all of Cheney's war cries. I'll open the mail and I'll
stop all the muddles, and when "W"'s tired, I'll
give Laura cuddles. I can do Karl Roves' job in a superior manner, so remember to call me, if he goes to the slammer.(1-800-call me)

Posted by Brainiac at July 17, 2005 08:25 PM

"Ode to Karl Rove"

America is red
and we all love

but soon we'll be bored
and you'll be

Posted by Josh at July 18, 2005 06:04 AM

chubbylumpkins, chubbylumpkins
aincha got no shame?
chubbylumpkins, chubbylumpkins
outin' valerie plame?

Kittenbelly, kittenbelly
soft marshmallow tush
kittenbelly, kittenbelly
how 'bout outin' George Bush

Posted by kaikau at July 18, 2005 02:19 PM

When you're readin' up on Starr
and you're gettin' pretty far

When you're givin' Bush advice
and you do things that aren't nice

When you're leakin' out Plame's name
and Scott can't take the blame

When you're big and round and clean
and you're suited up real keen

When you're 'dored by the GOP
and the Dems are at your knees

When you're dropping bombs on 'jaf
and your President just laughs


Posted by Ryan at July 18, 2005 04:00 PM

A Haiku:

Karl, You So Bad
Revenge a Dish Best Served Cold
Run my '06 race?

Posted by Valerie Plame at July 18, 2005 04:43 PM

Rove seems happy,
smiling here and there,
Enjoys a good nappy,
and hides his loss of hair.

All the while
he's trying to beat the case,
underneath all the guile,
he's a sad clown, happy face.

Posted by Dolemite at July 18, 2005 05:09 PM

"Ode to a Greased Rove" or "To the man I dream of when I have consumed too much expired milk"

Bushie had a little Rove,
His flesh was white as snow.
Everywhere that Rovie went,
The slime was sure to flow.

The case was made for war one day,
And dissent would not be heard.
Wilson made his case anyway,
So then Rovie spread the word.

Bushie stood behind his Rove,
And left McClellan to perspire.
While Mehlman spewed out his best,
To spare Rovie from the fire.

The country stood by in disgust,
and waited for the news,
Yet all they heard were dishonest words
fueled by power-lust.

Bushie had a little Rove,
who always managed to evade,
But soon he'll be crawling back to Texas,
Where he should have stayed!

Posted by MAR at July 18, 2005 06:36 PM

evil Rove nazi
what should we do with his ass?
pederast like Pat

Posted by phil at July 19, 2005 01:16 AM

Post me a note (virginia at i love karl rove dot com) or leave a comment and lemme know your most poetical fave!


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