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Revealing a softer and more romantic side to her husband, Laura Bush shared with the world a poem G.W. wrote her while she was away in France. Inconceivably, she recited this at a literary festival.

“Dear Laura, 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.”

I’m not sure what scares me more: that he wrote that drivel, or that she thought it was worthy of sharing. Perhaps she just wanted the empathy of women everywhere for being married to the dolt?