I'm finally home-what a day-
The Plame game continues on
As does the Roberts flap
The 'rat party is drowning
In their own outrageous crap
Screaming Howard keeps ranting
About his visions of hell
And giving what's left of his party
A decidedly charnal smell
The more they howl and wring their hands
The more they look like fools-
Juvenile playground bullies
Who delight in breaking rules
nice.
A++++ for you!