Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Christmas story on the Hill...

'TWAS THE DAY before Christmas and up on the Hill
Some creatures were stirring, still alert for a kill.

Their wallets were hung in their offices with care
In hopes that the lobbyists would soon be there.

The uninsured had frantically leaped from their beds
Wondering how they would pay for their critical meds.

They had visions of McConnell, with DeMint in his lap
And Boehner and Bachmann busily setting a trap.

But out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
That Brownback arose to pray for McConnell's great matter.

Away from the caucus they flew like a flash
Tore open some bags and looked for the cash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of K Street to those in the know.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a gleaming Mercedes with eight powerful gears.

The driver was Palin , who was so lively and quick
I knew in a moment she was up to her old tricks.

More rapid than eagles her idolators they came
She shouted and winked and called them by name:

"Now, Bunning! now, Inhofe! now, Coburn! now, Steele!
it's time for all of us to seriously get real."

"To the top of the of the rostrum, to the top of wall
Now dash away, dash way, dash away all!.....

(Well, folks, it's getting late and you know how the thing ends. But if you want to add a line or two, be my guest. Besides, I don't get paid for this. GA)

1 comment:

John said...

The bill to the lamp posts they were a nailin'
What ho, no death panels as proposed by Palin.

The bill had been constructed with care and just so,
As to not offend the Lieberman named Joe.

The party of "no" was in such a stir,
"we have been hoodwinked, bamboozled, it is all such a blur"