Ps: this is about George W. Bush

The sprightly little boy with cheeks as red as blood, ran around the house. He ran like there was avalanche of wildebeest behind him. His laughs brought me much joy. But that happiness, like all happiness, did not last. The rain clouds flew in faster than a calf. The clouds threatedned to spill as i grabbed my little george and ran to safety.

All was well.