Secret Agent Ma'am- Or My Ode To Valerie
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She's the Ma'am who feigns her life's in danger,
though in Who's Who pages found this "spy's" no stranger.
She sent her man to fake, the facts about yellow cake,
the lie that caused our Nation such great sorrow.
Secret Agent Ma'am, Secret Agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why your lies are oh so Plame.
Foreswear you weren't the one to send Joe to find,
the "reasons" for you libs to Iraq undermine.
To me that seems a crime,
done on the public dime.
I hope you know that's caused us such great sorrow.
Secret Agent Ma'am, Secret Agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why your lies are oh so Plame.
Sendin' Joe for Niger tea on one day,
then claimin' covert status though that fact's nay,
don't under oath lie slip,
or you'll earn a prison scholarship,
then you couldn't cause such harm tomorrow.
Secret Agent Ma'am, Secret Agent Ma'am,
you hate that we don't wonder, why your lies are oh so Plame.
How many of our troops have died as a direct result of Plame and Wilson's diabolical actions that weakened our Nation's resolve in the GWOT? God Bless our troops and our President George W. Bush for not losing theirs. I know that history will vindicate W for his actions, but I'd dearly love to see these @#$%^&* libs pay an immediate price for their unpatriotic, unAmerican actions.