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.