Joe The Plumber - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A plumber without plumbing tools,
no license from no plumbing schools.
Much taxes owed and free of hair
but seeking treatment that is fair.
McCain you picked another bummer,
no boost will come from Joe the Plumber.
Your faucet, John, has sprung a leak,
we know it's riches that you seek.
To crown a life of grabbing gold
go out as president when old...?
Believe you me, Joe is no plumber
and you no president, oh bummer.
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