Richard Nixon: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Woody Allen woke up that twilight.  He put his thick glasses that no one considered but a grave look on such a silly skinny bumbling man that had such acute blue eyes no one could deny his fathom.  He put on his bath rope and began his day.  The coffee smelled good.  The turn of the century he contemplated in so much sarcasm his heartburn just couldn’t take it.   I think think think its just bad coffee.  He stuttered.  Woody was such a guy.  He laughed at anything he’d say to get the going get going.  He wiggled his toes to a pronounced agenda.  Get the newspaper dear, I wanna know what the new president is going to entail.  I wonder if that Richard is ever gonna learn that bad karma is just his way of telling the world its just the nose.  I bet bet bet that he is gonna run the nation of America to a world of power of all those communists, and tyrants and what not.  Hell, he might even commence the nation of America to realize no one is safe unless he puts his fist down.  Yep, thank you Linky for the news I need you to prepare my tub.  Thaaaanks dear. 

 

The phone rang…