My name is Bill, Little Bill. I reside on a couch on the Hill. My wife's name is, of course, Hillary. She rules the United States Military. When it is time for dinner, she rings a bell. Then, Hillary comes to the table with a yell. "It's time to make a big change around here." She orders me to move my couch to the rear. "Things on Capitol Hill for me is much too slow." "So, Little Socks too will surely have to go." I buy second hand suits off the rack. After I wear them, I take them back. You wouldn't think that I am the President. I keep my teeth white by using Cashident. My hair is thick, uncombed, black and white. Can you not tell? I get it cut by a night lite. The Crime Bill is a very, very big issue. If it doesn't pass, I will need lots of tissue. Hillary and I are happy as can be. That's why you see her and not me. I have to check with her to go overseas. I hope there aren't many killer bees. Even the President can be henpecked. You won't see any hickeys on my neck. But that's all right, once or twice a year. You'll see me with a big smile; ear to ear. I do not drive a large boat, car, or fly a huge plane. When you see me, you will know, that I am the 'Main Man.' Copyright (c) 1994 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This poem is included in my first book of three
hundred poems for publication. I have written
many funny poems about the President and the
First Lady. They are soley to put a smile on
someone's face.
Marva L. Dowdin
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