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.”
You can get me at instaputzen [at] gmail [dot com].
