A dispatch from the Summit

[Orrex]

At the G8 again, when the floor was his
Bush once again aired out his orifice:
He attempted a joke...
Well, let's blame it on coke,
And thank goodness we've just six months more of this.

[Orrex]

1. What? Nothing?

A pox on all of you, then!

Though the climate grows ever the drearier,
Bush's forecast just couldn't be cheerier:
But he scarcely is heard,
For he speaks every word
With his head too far up his posterior.

[hatrack]

2. Well, 2nd line first limerick didn't quite scan . . .

But then, I'm a picky sumbitch . .

:toast:

[Orrex]

4. Hmm..

I think you're looking for a non-stress at the start of the line?

Sumbitch.

[malaise]

3. LOL

You made me laugh Poet Laureate so you get a K & R. :rofl:

[Orrex]

5. Laureate? I don't know about that, but...

I once saw a poet lariat. Useful for snaring rhyming cowboys, if that's what you're into.

[malaise]

6. Just kidding

I'll pass on the rhyming cowboys :D