We're running out of targets, guys, There's nothing to destroy. They simply don't have buildings here, Like Baghdad or Hanoi.
Today I sent a missile off And said, "That's all she wrote." It turned out that I'd vaporized Two camels and a goat.
So let's go back to Serbia. These gunsights have to glom On something that's not rocks or sand. There's nothing here to bomb.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”