In light of today’s WaPo story, “Judge Orders Berger to Pay $50,000 for Taking Classified Material,” I thought now might be a good time to repost some old material. From my “blue” period.
The Sandy Berger’s Lament poem
Were I a marsupial,
none of you would
care what I stuffed in
my pockets. Instead,
you’d love me and
pet me and feed me
tasty eucalyptus leaves.
Still brings a tear to my eye, that one does…
[poem originally posted July 21 2004]
Sandy Berger has the best timing in the world. Have you noticed that every story involving him gets buried behind something bigger?
Yeah. It’s almost like the universe is a giant pair of pants, and God is a partisan democrat…
I thought we were going to behead him.
Incidentally, something from my Unread Period.
You still work pretty blue when it suits you.
There once was a fellow named Sandy,
Of pilfering documents he was handy,
He said with a rant, whilst stuffing his pants
“Just 100 more pages and I’m Randy!”
COCKITY COCKITY COCK COCK COCK!
Ahem,
Perfect. I don’t often laugh out loud when I am by myself. What I love about Sean is that he has whipped just about every ass west of the Mississippi (and some to the East, I must add), but he still lectures little ol’ me about right and wrong and COMPASSION. What’s the deal? Do they have to pulverize every mirror in their house to become a Hollywood star? Or do they only have to wrap their head in duct tape when they enter the bathroom?
Sandy Berger is what I used to call my girlfriend after a day at the beach.
I remember liking that one at the time. Time flies.
I love this poem. I really do.
TW: “straight”. As in “Honest, Mom, I’m straight, Really.”
I whipped whose ass now?
Can that be sung to the tune of “People?”
I’m sorry but 3rd_Bird’s pun is giving the poem a run for its money on the laugh-o-meter.
A light touch, witty and short.
“I whipped whose ass now?”
Let’s just say don’t get near Seanny if you have a camera (unless, of course, you are his personal photographer/boat bailer). And I think it’s “who’s”.
I’m going to post pictures of Socks the cat all day. Somehow I think there’s a connection.
Frankenstein never scared me…
Marsupials do…
Cause they’re fast.