So Who's The Author? Laura Bush, on Meet the Press Sunday, admitted that a poem she had attributed to her husband back in October was, in fact, not written by him. I should have known; it sounded way too literate. Here is the deathless prose:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my lump in the bed
How I've missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed 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.

In addition to wondering who else would call Laura Bush "my lump in the bed" besides her husband, I'm curious if there is anything that these people will not lie about?