Bill Clinton — Body and Soul

Writtten Upon Hearing that Bill Clinton Injured a Tendon

 

All the tendons in Clinton playing tennis

Like the tinsel on a trumpet for a present

Will quiver and quake

And suddenly break

He’s the antithesis of cement

 

Without the fortitude of farina

All ferment utterly flaccid

He has not a spine

To stout whiskey wine

We imbibe and feel rather placid

 

When he speaks you smell the ribs

Of Lyndon Johnson’s barbeques

With the hint

Of sickly mint

And Gomer Pyles pot liquor stews

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 1997

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