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My name is Miss Harriet Miers. I'm the spinster attorney Bush hires To defend him in cases Where he makes silly faces So scary his victim retires. The trouble, of course, is his grin. It hasn't done anyone in, That we know of so far, But recipients are Often shocked when the darn thing kicks in. One assumes it's not meant to offend, That it's just an unfortunate bend In his lips when he should Be showing he could Be sincere and not at wit's end. Now he needs a new judge for The Court, Not for or against an abort. He claims they're no fun, But I've never had one. And I'm not the adventurous sort. Dick Cheney set up his own rules, That the Bushies should suffer no fools Except for themselves, Nefarious elves, And executives dealing in fuels. But my name isn't Cheney, it's Miers And I'd let Bush decide who he hires, But the oil stock he sold me Never did what he told me – Have you ever seen judges sue liars?
Music by Arthur Sullivan To 'Policies - Courts' |