Asked that girl, an ex-president's squeeze,
About her trip overseas,
When she was first lady and what she had seen.
"We had to duck bullets." War's so mean.

Lady ducked the snipers. Whar?
Over thar in Bosniar.
Running from snipers to car. . .
Thar was thar a film crew.

Press pressed that girl: "Have you understood
The question? Maybe it's not phrased good."
It looked like she was just takin' her time
Sauntering past that reviewing line.

Ladies become sniped-at stars.
First Ladies e'en nice ones are
Filmed, and each sound bite is PaRsed.
This lady's PR crew:

"Eek, eek, it's Bosni-arrrghh!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Maybe she sidled to car;
Yes, that's right. It is so far
Back there, hiding in the dark
Recesses, she'll tell you.

That bold girl got kind of snarky one day,
And she said: "Listen, hey, I'm just human, OK?!
I 'misspoke'; we freely to the car marched.
'cross sniperless tarmac. No flak." Flacks start:

"OK, that was jive RE: car.
War had died out, and not far
Was her lazy hike to car."
They can't trump that film crew.

B-B-S, BS, yeah,
B-B-S, BS, yeah,
B-B-S, BS, yeah. . . .