From Robert Gore:
There once was a bureaucrat named Pete,
He liked telling people what to eat,
A cannibal did poor Pete in,
And said after wiping his chin,
“Who cares about cancer, I love red meat!”
From Robert Gore:
There once was a bureaucrat named Pete,
He liked telling people what to eat,
A cannibal did poor Pete in,
And said after wiping his chin,
“Who cares about cancer, I love red meat!”
Good–are you poetically published?
No, I only have one other poem. Maybe I’ll post that on SLL one of these days. It’s called “Thy Wet Nurse State.” Oh, I also did lyrics for a song, “Mr. Slick’s Willie,” about Bill Clinton’s many affairs, but it is far too pornagraphic for SLL.