How'n to dealt'd with'n that pesky press?
All be it a reel mess?
Pointin' that shotgun the rong way?
Pret' near kilt'd the rong pray?
Incensin' the V-P so?
Needin' still't 'nother drank to eas'n hiz'n woe?
Excitin' old Harry two - just a bit?
Seems like'n hiz'n heart darn't near quit?
Secret Service rush't to protect the Dick$ter?
Instantly like a Texas twizter?
Seems they'n fergot 'bout old Harry?
All shot up like'n a Western movie so skary?
W wazn't ast what to do?
Already a fightin' a vicious pretsel he was'n a tryin' to chew?
Relaxin' over still't 'nother drank?
Musin' as Bourbon and Jack help't the Dick$ter thank?
Sorry fer old Harry, the shootee?
Heck no - the Dick$ter a thankin' he waz a fixin' to flea?
Or, make old Harry apologize?
Tain't near brought a tear to the Dick$ter's bloodshot eye?
Got and went a talkin' to that Hume feller 'nstead?
Until't old Harry to the Dick$ter said -
No excusin' fer the pain to Dick$ter he'n spread?
Fer the best'n huntin' buddies ever: Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and the Walker brothers - Hiram and Johnny!
Hubert Wilson
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