Shrubettes
(on incident in a south Austin restaurant
involving George W. Bush's daughters)
Jenna Bush is hitting the sauce again
And making the front page.
We read all about it in the Daily News
Of her drinking underage.
This daughter who loves a tipple
Once sent the Feds to fetch
Her drunken friend from jail one night,
Poor alcoholic wretch.
This time her sister was with her
As she plied her feminine wiles
To coax a margarita or two
With cutesiness and smiles.
From the school of Austin to Yale in the north,
In binges, parties and sprees,
The naughty lasses gaily indulge
Their Aryan disease.
Like many girls at this tender age,
The shrubettes just love to rock
And in this aspect each of them is
A chip off the old block.
For Barbara is no angel,
She even takes the lead,
And this older twin, her sister's keeper,
Is partial to her speed.
This seems to bear out the adage
As in the Bible's decree,
That the sins of the father are visited
On the children, as we see.
The pair of Bushes are anointed
The family curse to pay:
Debasement of the watering hole,
The all-American way.
Now Bush is our nation's father,
A thought from which to shrink,
But to have him as your daddy at home
Must drive a girl to drink!
May 2001
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