THIS IS THE FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE.

 

NIXON

THERE ONCE WAS A PRESIDENT

NAMED NIXON.

AND ON HIS COUNTRY

 HE PLAYED A FEW TRICKS ON.

AND HE SAID

I WANT TO MAKE IT PERFECTLY CLEAR,

WATERGATE WAS LIKE

A GLASS OF WARM BEER.

IT FOAMED ON THE TOP 

WENT DOWN REAL SMOTH,

AND IT WAS THE BIGINNING OF THE END,

OF MY CARRIER. 

(I  AM INOCENT HE CRYED!)

I AM TO SMART TO HAVE LIED,

IT WAS DEAN I  SHOULD HAVE PAID,

BEFORE HE WAS TRYED,

AS FOR MY TAXS I DIDIN'T PAY

I WILL ON SOME SUNNY DAY!

WHEN THE BIRDS CANT FLY

AND THEY FALL  FROM THE SKY,

I WILL ASK HOWARD HUGES FOR A LOAN,

IF I  CAN GET HIM BY PHONE.

TO JAIL I WILL NEVER GO,

THE WARDEN I APOINTTED, SAID SO.

I RESINED TO SAVE FACE,

MY PENSION,

AND MY CASE.

SO TO SAN CLEMANTY I WENT,

 to forget I was president.