Bob Hope,

the Draft-dodger

Bob Hope ain't no dope,

Spiels out heaps of hope.
Buys bonds stacked so pat;
Hoards his chicken fat.
Tells jokes to the boys;
Eyes on business ploys.
Flies on safest route;
Far from where they shoot.
Tours with luscious girls;
Sweeps by as do royals.
With his frozen smile;
He's sent miles and miles.
At home Mom's heart throbs;
Bob's made globs from sobs.

On stage bosoms bob;

Right by there's old Bob.
Smart quips shake the crowd;
Bob smirks as if proud.
R Welch beats her meat;
Les Brown meets his beat.
HI FOLKS! Held on high;
Moms home mope and cry.
Big brass in front row;
Where's gone our foe?
Green sea of GIs;
Raquel's pulled all eyes.
Bob fakes support role;
While she takes calls' roll.
Raw meat for caged souls;
 Bob's met all his goals.
CRASH! BOOM! The show's switched,
From nitwits to bombs' hits.
Bob's off and in-flight;
Away with all his might.

7 December 1995