Gunga Dean (a wee bit of a Vanity, but I couldn't resist)

7/11/03 | andy58-in-nh

[andy58-in-nh]

You may talk o’ Ben & Jerry
In the snows of St. Johnsbury,
When you’re sitting in the ski lodge drinkin’ Schnapps,
But ‘eer long you come to talkin’
‘Bout the politicians’ squawkin’
For the White House after which they lick their chops.

Now in Vermont’s wintry clime,
Where I used to waste me time,
Partaking of the four-year college scene,
Now of all that white-faced crew,
The strangest man I knew,
Was our odd bombastic Gov’nor
Howard Dean.

And it was: Dean!, Dean!, Dean!!
How he loved to make a scene;
And pronounce opinions Liberal and Green;
Once born of Manhattan wealth,
Now he touts Socialized Health;
For he’s a better man than you, thinks
Howard Dean.

With sincere apologies to Rudyard Kipling.

[tiamat]

THAT is way cool!

Tia

[dead]

Bravo!

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[isthisnickcool]

Bloody good one!

[Bahbah]

Terrific. You are talented.

[Gothmog]

Good show old man.

[andy58-in-nh]

Thank you all!
I went to sleep last night after having seen the estimable Mr. Dean being interviewed (for the umpteenth time this week) on TV, and awoke at about 3am with thoughts of Gin and Kipling racing around my cranium. Or maybe it was just Gin. Either way, I enjoyed having a little fun at the good Doctor's expense.

[mass55th]

Awesome!!!

[RippleFire]

bump

[El Sordo]

Somwhere, Kipling is chuckling in his grave.