Fred Thompson, fellow who's
A bit porcine.
Seems that he's narcoleptic too. . .
Should be lyin'
Down to sleep. Lyin'
Fred--can't understand him
When he runs his mouth.
As if marbles crammed in,
But give him a pass, he's from the South.

Fred Thompson yells at you,
But takes his time,
Much time.

Fred's like Ku-
cinich, who
Has a beaut.
Fred, galoot. . .one asks, "How
Did this dude snare
Such a young beauty?!
He's such a sow."

"Bore," they mean.

Fred Thompson, fellow who
Looks/sounds like swine.
(Hands us a line.)