hell, of a way to clear-cut a room...
There once was a VP from Nantucket....
Whoops, should have read your post.
Send Algore to Thailand....
Phuket, Thailand.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am Al Gore
and CO2 I spew
I guess he will be doing finger paintings next.
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Source: Poetry (August 1913).
There once was a prophet named Gore
Who predicted disasters galore
He ranted and raved
‘Til nobody gave
A crap about him anymore — BurmaShave
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the Maples want more sunlight
And the Oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade?
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘Oppression!’
And the oaks, just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw
There once was a man from Tennessee
Almost president but it was not to be
So he made him a pile
From his climate change lyin’
And now a national joke is he
Okay, it’s not perfect, but ...
And how much jet fuel did he burn in a private jet getting there??? After all, commercial first class is only for us proles.
There once was a crazed sex poodle named gore
Whose lectures were always a bore
The lies that he told
Would completely unfold
Much to the dismay of the attention whore