It was a dark and stormy night,
And in my dreams I did fight,
I took on Cal Thomas,
To fulfill a promise,
To one day render him helpless.
The man's a cad,
All of his advice is bad,
He loves Bush,
And would kiss his tush,
And crown him king of the mindless.
Cal believes the war in Iraq,
We're winning, 'that's a fact',
Since less of our troops are dying,
For those who are dead he's not crying,
But he did say the Dems are wrong about his highness.
I wanted to kick Cal in the head,
However, his brain cells are dead,
So that would be an improvement,
George'd consider him heaven sent,
And both could share the same asylum.
Okay, so the last line,
At least I tried,
To set aside,
My distaste for these two,
Who are thoughtless.
The End. LOL