I don’t know if you’ve seen the Bush-authored poem to his wife, but The Missouri Review has it, along with ironic commentary. It’s staggeringly bad, and I wonder if his handlers thought that showing that his writing style is akin to that of a second grader would endear him out of his plummeting support?
Dear Mr. G.W. Bush / Re: Your recent submission
by Scott Kaukonen
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my, lump in the bed
How I’ve missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney’s still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
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