Bush's wife tickled by her fib

I remember when Laura Bush read the poem her husband had written her while she was off on some trip. It was a silly piece of doggerel:

The dogs and the cat they miss you too,
Barney's still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe.

The distance my dear has been such a barrier,
next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.

Yet he didn't even write it.

As Timothy Noah says, "Whatever White House staffer prepared Mrs. Bush's remarks obviously strained to make the president's purported love poem sound sufficiently moronic that no one would doubt Bush had written it."

Thanks to Laurable for noticing this one.