Mitt Romney Bombs in London–headline in the Washington Post
It’s an honor to be welcomed by the President of France–
Who would have been that World Bank guy if he’d kept on his pants–
A country that is famous for Givenchys and Diors
For drinking lots of wine at lunch, foie gras and losing wars
For coddling striking workers and their lazy shiftless ilk
For cigarettes and Champagne, so I raise a glass of milk
To our eternal friendship and its long and proud tradition
Beginning when I served here in a missionary position.
I still recall with fondness how you’d pelt me with your cheeses
When I stopped you in the Metro and tried to talk of Jesus.
And now that I have greeted you, I think it’s time to go
Just let me strap my dog up here on top of my Peugot.
jerryadlersnewsverse 
Brilliant. Slightly marred though – last word is spelled “Peugeot”. Gomen.
This from reader A.H. She knows who she is…
Hubris is a word unknown to athletes and politicians
All of whom are blinded by their ravening ambitions.
Winning is the only goal, to play is not the point,
Go for gold, for something less will only disappoint.
Games are not for amateurs and neither are elections
The judges and the voters look for any imperfections.
Any slip or any gaffe will surely spell defeat,
And damp the aspirations of those who would compete.
So pack it in, you’ve said enough, return to the Bay State,
No one cares a whit about your record in Salt Lake.
Insult the Brits, pander to Jews, what’s in store for Poles?
And let us hope you’re number is exactly like Bob Dole’s.