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| Friday, 15 November 2002 |
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 'Mama he's enterin' my room' Poor Saddam! It must be quite terrible for him to have to allow strangers enter not just his country but his own palaces and check whether he hides weapons of mass destruction. Now just suppose that the same inspectors decide to play it fair and search Bush's house also...! The doorbell rings at the White House. Mama Bush opens the door. "Good morning ma'am I'm Hans," says the chief weapons inspector, "we are looking for weapons of mass destruction." "I'm afraid they're not here," says Mama Bush. "Who ma'am?". "Why? My son and husband. They're the only ones who fit your description..!" "What is that madam?," asks Hans as he picks something up from the floor. "Oh that's lil' George's soother. His pacifier. We put it into his mouth when he throws a tantrum." "I'm afraid I'll have to keep it ma'am. This is quite a weapon, is this one. You put it into his mouth, to keep him quiet at home and he throws a world wide tantrum outside..!" "George's goin' to miss his soother," says Mama Bush to herself. "Ma'am can we open that door?" "That's the bathroom." "What's that in the tub madam?" "Oh the lil' dearie's left his toy duckie in the tub," cried Mama Bush. "May we go upstairs madam?" "Of course but mind the stairs, he plays cops and robbers with his dad, and the steps are booby trapped." "What's that ma'am? Dynamite?" "That's a cigar. Belonged to dear Billy Clinton. Remember the one Monica used? My son keeps it on the mantel. Feels that if his dad would stop looking over his shoulder, he could have a rollicking time in this here house. You know how children are? No, no don't go into that room" " Why ma'am?" "That's the Oval room." "We know that madam." "Yes, but George and his father have converted it into the darts room. Its quite messy, especially after they've finished a game." "We are looking for weapons of mass destruction, could we just see a dart board madam." "Its a slightly different board, " says Mama Bush. "Its got Saddam's face on it, and believe me inspector, its so good to see father and son, enjoying themselves scoring bullseyes..!" "May we go into this room ?" asks the inspector as he turns the handle of a door. "Mama they're entering my room!," shouts a frightened voice from inside. "Its okay ma'am," said Inspector Hans as he held the President by the collar and took him to the waiting car outside, "I think we've found what we were looking for..!" |
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