PrintJuly 22, 2007
Secret Agent Ma'am (a poem)
She's the Ma'am who feigned her life's in danger,
though in Who's Who pages found this "spy" 's no stranger.
She sent her man to fake, the facts about yellow cake,
the lie that caused our Nation such great sorrow.
Secret agent Ma'am, secret agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why such lies are oh so plame plain.
Foreswear you weren't the one to send Joe to find",
the "reasons" for you libs to Iraq undermine.
To me that seems a crime,
done on the public dime.
I hope you know that's caused US such great sorrow.
Secret agent Ma'am, secret agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why such lies are oh so plame plain.
Secret agent Ma'am, secret agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why such lies are oh so plame plain .
Sendin' Joe for Niger tea on one day,
then claimin' covert status though that fact's nay.
don't under oath lie slip,
or you'll earn a prison scholarship,
then you couldn't cause such misery tomorrow.
Secret agent Ma'am, secret agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why such lies are oh so plame plain.
Tim Schieferecke
panderingpoliticos.com
