Sometimes, I don’t know where stuff like the following comes from, I really don’t.
I certainly don’t think Ms. Ambrose is blameless in her forced relocation to Intergovernmental Affairs (I may actually get to meet her at some point, and I’m not sure how I feel about that), but the following worked better laying the blame on Steve – better to blame the ventriloquist…
(I’m guessing you can all figure out the tune is from the Beverly Hillbillies)
Well, listen to my story ’bout a gal named Rona,
She had a PM that would not leave her alone-a
Wherever she went, he would hang on like a leech,
And completely disrupt the environmental speech.
Air that is,
Well the first thing you know there arose a great kerfuffle,
And the poor little lady was the victim of a shuffle,
The whole darn thing busted Rona’s little bubble,
In another six months she’ll be fetching double doubles.
Coffee that is,
Timbits and honey crullers.