Cloning of humans,
It may be forbidden.
A mime will be cloned,
The law overridden.
The public enrages,
I'm predicting,
Now it's all over except the screaming.

William J Clinton,
With dope he will doodle.
When he is found out,
He won't use his noodle.
He'll say he tried it,
Without exhaling,
These are some things that I am predicting.

Mr. Al Gore's butt,
Will clog like molasses.
He'll need a transplant,
They'll search for some asses.
His brand new bung hole,
Will start rejecting,
These are some things that I am predicting.

Powdered water, soon inventing,
Droughts won't make us sad,
But then they'll remember,
They forgot one thing,
And that is just what to add.

Lookin' for noses,
For weird Michael Jackson.
His is disolving,
It needs a transplantin'.
His face full of breakages,
From botox stings,
They'll tie his proboscis on with some strings.

Mideast ignites, they blow up things,
In Jalalabad,
But then there's a tremor,
With lots of shakings,
Millions of dollars in improvements it brings,
A brand new-year to be had!