TS here. Moving on…

M is for maniacal, Clinton-hatin’ glee.

N is for naughty Scaife, sitting up in a tree.

O is for orgasms, Mssr. Lipton-supplied.

P is for perfect, you’ll not leave dry-eyed.

Q is for Quaker Dave, who’s packing it in.

R is for Rove, and his post-Bushie “win.”

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