So Tim took the oath, then presently both –
Head of State, cub reporter – ate Loops.
"Can you do it?" he asked. "Are you up to the task?
It's a onerous task. Can you do this?" he asked.
"Mmm, we should give these to the troops."

The interview finished, with zest undiminished,
he called for two more bowls of cereal.
"Tim, I want you to swear on Mr Nixon's book here --
raise your hand in the air. I faithfully swear
to honor these matters bacterial."

"We ready? Let's start. I wanna speak from the heart
to the folks of this nation of ours.
So, where to begin, hey Timmy Mundine
of Kids magazine, so they'll know what I mean?"
He began, and having begun, went for hours.

"So, got the tape running?" Timmy's forthcoming:
"No recorder, sir. Just can't afford it."
"OK, Timmy, use mine. Yeah, this one works fine.
Some predecessor of mine, before he resigned,
whenever he talked, he'd record it.

"Cool. What was I sayin'? Oh yeah. Tim: decayin'.
You know what I mean? Tell me straight."
"Well sir, there's bacteria ––" "Hey, Timmy, I hear ya!
Precisely! Bacteria! When you was in the wisteria
I thinks 'Him and me will relate'!

Kill the President

Part 9

Inside, Irving Lumwedder says "Ah, this is better!
Now Tim, like I promised, a scoop.
Tim, everyone says that I've lost it, no less,
and the folks from the press, they all think that the Prez ––
by the way, do you want some Froot Loops?

The press can't believe that they all have to leave
and it's left them confused and irate.
But the Prez turns around and their spirits rebound
and you can't hear a sound – but their hopes are unfounded:
"Folks, on your way out, shut the gate."

End of Part 9

And then he addresses the folks of the press:
"Well thank you, dear friends, for all coming.
Let's do it again. Every now and then.
That's it. See ya then. Not quite sure when."
And he leads Timmy offstage, while humming.

"So come on inside." Tim quivers with pride
with the presidential hand on his shoulder.
"And bring your recorder. Tim, all them reporters
their thinking's disordered. They knew what they oughta
at your age, but then they got ... older.

"Don't mean to be intrusive, but d'you want an exclusive?"
"You bet!" says young Timmy Mundine.
"OK, follow me to the Oval TV
Room, just you and me (and an agent or three)
and the scoop is for Kids magazine."

Sorry, I've been a bit brain tired with all the Book of Days work. I'll be back to kill the president ... I mean, 'Kill the President' ... real soon.