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'Twas The Night Before A Political Christmas'
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the House
all the Senate was quiet not even one louse.
Their pork barrels were hung by the White House with care
in hopes that Obama soon would be there.
The vote had been taken, like thieves who don’t care
with hopes that the public would never be ware.
Pelosi with her broom and Reid with a bat
had just settled down for a long winter nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cladder
they jumped from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows they flew like a flash
tore open the shutter in hopes of more cash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of horror to the objects below.
When what to their wandering eyes should appear
but protestor signs and thousands of sneers.
They moved to the side, faces now cringed with fear
In hopes that the Great one soon would be near.
More rapid than eagles the closer he came
he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Biden and Barney and Boxer and Lester
on Franken on Burris on Dodd and then Spector.
From the top of the wall to the top of the roof.
Now show me some spirit
that mob ain’t coherent.
So up to the house top, the closer he flew
with a sleigh full of taxes and more B S too.
And then in a twinkling we heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of Dem hoofs.
As we shuttered in fear and was turning around,
through the chimney he came gagged and bound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his foot
and his clothes were all tarnished with protestor soot.
His eyes, how they twinkled!
His dimples how many!
‘Cause of promises broken he glowed like a cherry.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
After stealing our paychecks he turned with a jerk.
Sticking a finger in his nose
he turned to the chimney and up it he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh giving a whistle
then sleazed away like a thief on a missile.
I heard what he said as he straightened his cap
Here’s change you can believe in you poor low-life saps!"