Hank's For Nothing

I think I’ll sign checks for the banks
let C.E.O.s fill in the blanks
Their parachute’s golden
I won’t be withholdin’
This privilege sure has its ranks

Ray and Andrew

Yoshida and Wyeth, two greats,

Have both passed through yon pearly gates

Their differing styles

produced awe and smiles

They're two of the art's heavyweights

Pulling Your Legacy

Disaster and blunder and gaffe:
The legacy left is a laugh
Bush seeks to defend
mistakes without end
and tries to make wheat out of chaff

It’s obvious George doesn’t get it
He swears that he’ll never regret it
A moron or zealot
he still tries to sell it
Too bad that the world can’t forget it

He tripped on his mission from God
with jackboots his footprints were trod
He stepped on our rights
and in the wrong fights
I guess he can’t hear himself plod

Last Bush press conference, 1/12/09

Tomb It May Concern

Posterity knows that he cheated
but Burris in senate was seated
Forget the per diem,
his large mausoleum
has final inscription's completed!


Roland Burris gets his Senate seat, 1/15/09

Go Honey West

A blond with the sexiest mole
one peek and the men lost control
She looked hot to trot
with pet ocelot
The actress was born for the role




Ann Francis, for whom men would die
played Honey, a cool private eye
She'd kick and she'd chop
with legs that don't stop
She knew how to hurt a poor guy



The opening titles and several clips from
Honey West can be found on YouTube, here



This concludes Sixties Sirens week. See ya.

Petrie Dish

A dancer and also a mom
she carried herself with aplomb
This willowy gal
was housewife and pal
Meet Laura, suburban sex bomb

Who wouldn’t have lusted for Laura
the idiot box's Pandora?
In cute Capri pants
she’d jump up and dance
turned New Rochelle into Gomorrah

Wanting More'a Laura

Who didn't lust after L. Petrie?

She's one TV wife who I bet she

when left to her leisure

enjoyed carnal pleasure

while making her "Oh, Rob" sound sexy

Genie in a Brothel

Those dreaming of Jeannie I'll bet
were dreaming those dreams that are wet
Her catch-phrase, "Yes, master"
made male hearts beat faster
A genie and perfect coquette



All genies are granters of wishes
but most aren't scanty-clad dishes
Soon most guys were pleadin'
for Barbara Eden
(except for the coldest of fishes)



By bottle from out of Sahara
her look was pure harem-mascara
So coyly she posed
her midriff exposed
A curvier, sexier Farrah

Mother-In-Lawsuit

Samantha is very bewitching
when casting her spells by nose-twitching
Her Darrins both hate
their boss, Larry Tate
and mother-in-law's constant bitching



Ready or not, it's Sixties Sirens week at
Limerwrecks. Some kids never grow up.

Pleas Be Seated

Lamenting his long-stalled career
R. Burris advanced through the rear
His back door approach
brings Senate reproach
but earns him a pension plan dear

Man Over Board Game

A judgement made solely by name
now proves how Cubs sorely seek "game"

To show you how badly

they signed Milton Bradley

(I'm sorry. You see, I've no shame)

Impeaches and Cream

The end’s near for Blago the leach
The stains on his rep will not bleach
With pay-for-play scheming
and White Housing dreaming
Rod’s grasp had exceeded his reach

But lessons of history teach
his chutzpah they’ll never impeach
For Blago is shameless
and claims he is blameless
On ethics reform he'll give speech

The Moreau the Merrier

The beauty of belle Jeanne Moreau
should dwell in a swell French chateau

This mademoiselle
could act rather well
unlike aforementioned Bardot

C'est finis. Au revoir, French Fixation Week!