WH Pool Report: Uhm, Yeah, You Have Fun with That Dave, Edition
This White House pool report is written entirely in AA BB CC rhymes. Guess someone got a little bored. We look forward to the next pooler's attempt to top this, which we're hoping will take the form of iambic pentameter. Or at least a limerick. Also: Nice reference to W. being "wet."
Pool Report #3
July 20, 2004
St. Louis to Andrews
There was no news aboard Air Force One,
After it left the tarmac at six-fourty-one.
No news, I say, save for the President's sweat,
Which soaked his shirt, hoo-boy was he wet.
No official, tall or small, came back to spin,
'Til McClellan drifted by with this little thing.
Turns out that when the 9/11 commissioners visit 1600 on the 'morrow,
They will meet no C-in-C, to their sorrow
"Just Judge Gonzales and Condi,'' said Scott,
Though the next day they return for the POTUS photo-op.
With that guidance we went into descent,
Our stories filed, our color sent.
The big plane landed at nine-twenty-two,
And disgorged its tired, cranky little crew
Yet as we wandered into that good night,
One hundred and four days remained to re-witness the fight.
David E. Sanger