A journalist in Baghdad threw
A very symbolistic shoe,
A missile hurtling through the air
That missed our W by a hair,
Then swiftly hurled one more size 10
To emphasize his point again,
Though Mr. Bush was equal to
The onslaught of that second shoe.
Some may believe that it was luck
That George averted that one, too.
I tend to think that our lame duck
Has always known just how to duck;
Some knew before his job was done
Stuff would be thrown at Poppy's son.