As Apollo was chasing the fair Daphne she vanished in air. He could find but a shrub With thick bark on the hub And not even a knot-hole to spare. Send this poem to a friend 1 A whore grown too old to get laid Turned parfumeuse, finding it paid To concoct Fleur de Floozie From the juice of her coosie (Substantial discount to the trade). Send this poem to a friend 2 Q. Flaccus in his third liber: "The Romans have no wood-pulp fiber. A crapulent quorum Will squat in the Forum And heave dirty stones in the Tiber." Send this poem to a friend 3 Smoking reefer didn't cause him to fail, And that Lewinsky affair is a tale. These two things they will name, When the defense makes its claim, That neither Bill nor the girl did inhale. Send this poem to a friend 4 Bill Clinton's no man of conviction, Avoiding truth is a lifelong affliction. Mixes lies with the facts, We can never relax, To him, truth IS stranger than fiction. Send this poem to a friend 5
