Bush & Company

I'll give up golf, the president said,
August nineteen, two thousand and three
(Then all the world will have to know
Of my compassion for the dead);

A sacrifice I'll gladly make,
A sober offering for their sake,
Because so many troops were slain,
But not as if it was iu vain.

He still could down a few soft drinks
A distance from those emerald links,
Away out there at hole nineteen
And share some laughs with cronies, though

It's documented he was seen
Driving hard from tee to green,
One autumn day, October thirteen,
Year of our Lord, two thousand and three;

And still more troops are being slain,
While George maintains it's not in vain.