Come Muse, let us sing of shotguns!

Over at firedoglake, Cheney's shooting incident has inspired quite a bit of verse.

Here's a few samples:

There once was a Veep from Halliburton
Who knew that his poll numbers were hurtin
As he turned on the shooter,he thought he saw Scooter
And prayed Plamegate was buried for certain. (254)

I couldn't find the weapons, or muzzle our secret spying
I couldn't pass my torture bill, and not from lack of trying
I couldn't drill in ANWR or keep Scooter out of jail
So I'll be damned if Harry's face was gonna keep me from my quail. (255)

And here's links to the rest:

http://firedoglake.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_firedoglake_archive.html#114016166126858542

http://firedoglake.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_firedoglake_archive.html#114023663048286299

http://firedoglake.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_firedoglake_archive.html#114032717059164103