Harry Whittington

Dick Cheney went out shooting, Mistook a friend for a bird, Shot him in the face and chest, Then not a sound was heard. They rushed him to the hospital, Where they got him stabilized, But later he had a heart attack, That was nearly his demise. Now Cheney had no license, For the shooting of the quail, So they tried to make a cover up, But the press were on his tail. It turns out that he'll just get a warning, And not even an expected fine, Tonight he'll be sitting on his sofa, Sipping some expensive wine.