The president's head had remained cool
though it was freshly sucked
while Kenneth Starr employed his tool
to clarify "butt-fucked."
"I am your back door man," he cried
to Bill out on the links.
"I never technically lied,"
said Bill, "This witch trial stinks."
"Not half as much as your behind,"
said Kenneth, zipping his pants.
"I think you've had most every kind
save a Washington romance."
Dweebler A. Cramden