The Sad Ballad of Bashir
There once was a man named Martin Bashir,
Can’t say where he came from but he ended up here.
At a place where many race to the bottom,
He tried to out do them and said something very, very rotten,
About a lady who many find pretty awesome.
No shrinking violet she, who with one hand can down a moose whilst leaving the other free,
Was gracious enough to accept his "apology."
However, despite much pointing out of their hypocrisy,
Said employers of dear Martin would not see,
Just how vile and awful a man dear Martin can be.
No fair! cried Schuster. Unjust! cried Baldwin!
Still, nothing, no words from Big Boss Phil Griffin.
But questions remained and with no signs of slackin’,
Dear Martin was sent a-packin‘,
To some nice get away, you say?
Ha! No way.
And what of Ms. Sarah Palin? Where was she this day?