President Doctor Jill's Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys - vulgar abuse in rhyming doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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President Doctor Jill’s

Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys

 

O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember that

I am an ass; though it not be written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

 

-Dogberry, Constable of the Watch, Much Ado About Nothing, IV.ii.76ff

 

Swimming-pool chums, closer than a brother

Flexing their guns and tats at each other

 

Nobody know who the new agents are

(Wanna ‘phone, wanna flat, wanna shiny new car?)

 

Want some shiny new tech toys, loads and loads?

What’ll you take for those nuclear codes?

 

Hunter’s good buddies living large on the beach

One says he misses his Colombian peach

 

$30K a month down in Malibu

To protect an artist (but not me or you)

 

Nothing to see here; now don’t get nervous

For we are the party-hearty Secret Service!

 

(Say, babe, what’s your sign? You come here often...?)