The Rhyme of the Ancient Oil Spill

Barack Obama's Oil Spill's Blog ^ | 6/15/2010 | BO's Oil Spill's Blog

[bloodmeridian]

Hour after hour, hour after hour,

I gush, with unquenchable devotion;

As idle BO takes golfing tours

Without care or sensible notion.

Oil, oil, everywhere,

And all the Regime did shrink;

Oil, oil, everywhere,

As their futures began to sink.

[Ayn And Milton]

Brilliant!

[sportutegrl]

Someone should hang an oily, dead pelican around his neck.