Fool me once? Blame's on you.
Fool me twice? Blame’s still yours, nu?
Fool me thrice? I’m blaming Rice,
though Condee’s
coif’s so dad-blamed nice.
Fooled again? I’m blaming Dick.
Translucence
ain’t Dick‘s bailiwick.
Fooled afresh?
I now blame Rummy.
(Funny: Rum was
once so-o-o chummy.)
Fooled anew?
I’m blaming Colin.
Weapons? Lost!
Or tossed! Or stolen!
Further fools?
Blame Chalabi.
Swears Ahmed: “What
a pal I’ll be!”
Fooled
moreover? I blame Karl:
“Religious
right-wing rant? Je parle!”
Fooled once
more? I still blame Rover:
“Two terms? Easy!
Skips through clover.”
Newly fooled? I
blame Alberto.
His recall? “a- (campo) -perto.”
Encore fooling?
I blame Tenet:
“Slam dunk?
Sure! Just blow by Senate.”
Fooled e'en more
so? I blame Chertoff.
(Swore he’d
give his back the shirt off.)
Infinitum fooled?
Blame God:
I’d swear Mon Pere purr'd, “Bomb Riyadh!”
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