[LonePalm]

Given the recent truth telling by John F'n Kerry about how he really feels about our troops, I thought it was time for a repost.

JF'nK, the gift that keeps on giving.

Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)

[Bon mots]

The man who wanted to be Commander in Chief.

[2banana]

In 1803, we sailed put to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry...

[Landru]

HA!!
Saw the title & that song's the first thing that came into my mind.

I might add your effort's a lot better then the other guy who tries the same shtick.

...'round here. ;^)

[Renkluaf]

Ya know John could quite easily get out of all this by claiming to have been captured by the enemy (Karl Rove) during the last war (campaign) and was brainwashed (like Laurence Harvey) into self-destructing at an opportune moment in the future.

[camle]

excellent.

[Dick Bachert]

Teddy is heading to the studio (just as soon as the bar there is fully stocked) to cover this new ditty. Should be a chart-buster.

[andy58-in-nh]

I missed one that the first time around. Absolutely brilliant, and I owe you a drink for this line alone:

The legend lives on from the Chappaqua on down
Of the cold fish they call 'Bitchy Gloomy.'

[UB355]

Sorry, horrible MIDI

[NicknamedBob]

John Kerry, Lost?

John Kerry, lost? His noble brow,
Perchance revert to wrinkles now?
The valiant warrior strode the world,
Retreating now, his banner furled.

To face the wrath, withheld til now,
Of bitter phrase from stifled frau.
To pace the hall with echo dread,
While might-have-beens sift through his head.

To see his minions, tears bedecked,
And watch his ship of state be wrecked.
To tally promises he has made,
And worry how they might be paid.

To look into the mirrored eye,
And sadly to inquire why?
What was the key that slipped away,
Or what the coin of devil pay?

“I’ve sold my soul to buy this prize,
That withers now before my eyes,
That slips now from my straining grasp,
Which once I held in firmest clasp.”

His turning mind brings forth a name,
The source from which the troubles came.
“In vanquished mourning I confess,
I am John Kerry, and I approve this mess.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . . November 3, 2004

[GitmoSailor]

Scarry sure got one big TRICK yesterday!!!!!........ I love Halloween!!!!......

[GottaLuvAkitas1]

LOL I love it! Thanks for posting.