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"John Ashcroft"
(To be sung to Waylon Jennings' "Amanda")

I've held it all in, Lord...God knows I've tried...
But it's an awful awakening in a patriot's life...
To know of Left's tyranny and Slick's shameless lies...
We put "OUR GUYS" in Justice, then they IGNORE Clinton's CRIMES...

John Ashcroft, please do what's Right!!
Fate...it SHALL force you to INDICT Left's blight!!
John Ashcroft, put up a Fight!!
Patriots will help you when you do what's Right!!

That's what's special 'bout FReepers, folks, we understand...
The pleasures of fightin' Slick's BigMoneyMan.
T-Mac screwed o'er the Teamsters...his crimes are OBSCENE.
Now Ashcroft's in Power, Fer Justice We FReep!!

John Ashcroft, Pride of the Right...
Left, they may hate you, but they'll learn our Might!!
John Ashcroft, Slick we'll INDICT...
Fate shall then make Bill his Cell-Buddy's "wife"!!

FReegards...Mudboy Slim

Dang. How about these silly Recall Poems.

The Gov

Gray’s reign of dumb is over now,
Out on the far left coast.
Though Arnold is no Billy Graham,
He’s who they liked the most.
Them dems all whine and wring their hands,
And fret about the past.
I guess they’ll miss the blackouts now,
They do not learn too fast.
Hi to Arnold bye to Gray,
The new man is in town.
I’d like to think the Clintons helped,
To push ole Davis down.
Just one more thing I’d like to know,
The answer I’d like very.
Did Davis’ mom and dad mess up,
And meant to name him Gary?

Flurry 10/8/3

Dance

There comes a time in all our lives,
We have to take a chance.
Some will sit and hear the song,
While others have to dance.
His time has come the floor is clear,
He hears the beat so clearly.
He takes Maria’s anxious hand,
And leads her out so dearly.
He spins, he twirls, while she hangs on,
The floor is truly theirs.
It seems as if the Lord has answered,
All of Arnold’s Prayers.
Since Ron and Nancy there has been,
No one in town that’s bigger.
Than Arnold and Maria are,
Hooray for Schwarzenegger

Flurry 10/9/3

How about this here one?

Pet Peeve

I have myself a pet peeve,
A so-called bone to pick.
Why is the left so hosed up,
What made these people sick?
The haters of America,
Who made their fortunes here.
They’re in your face like you are scum,
Their end is drawing near.
We’re talking Barbara Streisand,
And Fatso Michael Moore.
Al Franken and the Dixie Chicks,
Let’s show em to the door.
Let’s tell them all to take a hike,
And drive them from our land.
We’ve had enough of liberal crap,
The Clintons lead the band.
So pack your bags and hit the road,
Farewell you scumbag libs.
And don’t come back to our dear home,
We’ll kick you in the ribs.

Flurry 10/9/3