Obama's Drama!
Oh what a drama,
Poor Barack Obama
Must lose his BlackBerry Phone.
He'll miss instant net,
His emails and text,
And will feel so awfully alone.
He can't go for a run,
Just for the fun,
Any place or time of the day.
He can't go out to dine,
Drink red or white wine,
Or let down his hair and play.
Oh what a drama,
Poor Barack Obama,
Must solve every war and each crime.
He must always look neat,
And pleasant and sweet,
And be constantly watched all the time!
Joy Weare,
27th November, 2008.
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