Turdious Maximus, A Poem

Softly glowing before my sight
David Letterman was laughing with delight
A guest upon his show notoriously wiley
"Gasp!", said I, "That's fuckin' Bill O'Reilly!"

With great discontent did they speak
Especially Dave, who knows Bill is a freak.
"Do you want us to win?"
Asked Bill with a grin.
"Just what does that mean??", queried Dave with vivacity
A blank stare returned - the mark of Bill's opacity

"The highest rated cable news show have I!", he skwaked.
A feather in his cap, or so he thought, until Dave balked,
"Perhaps the best way to win is to get out", he stated.
To which Bill did scoff and harumph and become enflated.
His feathers were ruffled, his voice was shaky
Perhaps in the future, he'll not be so flaky.

An ode to you, dear Bill the bemused
Your words spewed forth leave us utterly confused.