Posted on 12/09/2005 3:47:35 PM PST by My Kingdom for a Beer
You better be good,
You better behave!
Or you're gonna end up
In Abu Ghraib!
Republicans are coming the town!
We're making up lists -
Our clans and our tribes!
We help you with laws
If you pay us with bribes!
Republicans are coming the town!
We know if you support us!
We know if you protest!
We know if you watch news on FOX
Or Moyers on PBS!
So you better be good!
And don't you be gay!
Or we'll lock you away
At Guantanamo Bay!
Republicans are coming the town!
'Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the White House
Al Gore was eyeing Hillary, peering into her blouse.
The Secret Service men were guarding the premises with care,
for a whole host of Democrats were vacationing there.
Chelsea was nestled all snug in her bed
after locking out Mr. Kennedy and the dirty thoughts in his head.
And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy gray tweed,
had just fried his brain with some Mexican weed.
When out in the garden came a plethora of noise,
all drunken and rowdy: 'twas Gingrich and the boys!
Bill jumped to the window, and tore open the sash,
"It's a raid boys!" he cried, "Quick, go hide my stash!"
The pot in his blood and the moon on the snow
gave a psychedelic haze to the objects below.
When what to Bill's frantic eyes should appear,
but a slew of Republicans and a keg of ice beer,
with a big old leader, all lively and fat;
He knew it was Newt, "Proponent of GATT!"
As vicious as vipers, the Republicans came,
and Bill recognized them and called them by name.
"Hey Helms! Hey Thurmond! Hey Packwood and Hatch!
Hey Dole and Pataki, it's time for a bash!"
A collective cheer rose out from the crowd,
"Let's listen to Nugent, and turn it up loud!"
Together Dems and Rebublicans danced and sang out in cheer,
"Screw Health Care and Haiti, it's time to drink beer!"
When from the chimney, came a blinding black cloud of soot,
and Limbaugh danced from the fireplace in a red Santa suit.
He moved through the crowd, then held up his hand
and when all was silent, he did a keg stand.
And the crowd raised their cups, as Newt bowed down in prayer,
and champagne flowed freely, just like welfare.
As Kennedy and Reno romped in the Green Room,
the rest of the crooks outlined their Hidden Agenda of Doom.
"We'll pray in schools, we'll shove it down their throats!"
"More welfare, more taxes, we'll still get the votes!"
And they drank, hugged, and danced, they crossed party lines,
and they cheered, "It doesn't matter, we're all bastard swines!"
So they threw out allegiance and partisan crap
and took turns sitting on the president's lap.
And Gephardt and Dole passed out on the lawn,
and awoke in the morning without their pants on.
And Packwood gave Tipper a pat on the rear,
while Judge Thomas and Miss Hill went out for more beer.
Then the party-goers discovered a sight so touching and cute,
President Clinton fast asleep, snuggled up next to Newt.
Santa Limbaugh smiled and threw up on his boots,
"A Merry Clinton to all, and to all a good Newt!
gotta give ya a point for the handle.
Jingle Bells
Boxer smells
Pelosi laid an egg....
The Teddy Mobile lost it's wheel and MaryJo was swept awwwayyyy...
Good Lord Troll...go away...
Why don't you just cut and run like the rest of your party?
Yawn.
You can spell. But you can't rhyme very well.
Brillant
yes I think MKFAB would love that....
LOL! Nice Mike. ;)
I LOVE trolls. Soooo much fun.
That's probably the best troll screen-name I have seen.
Poem sucked, though.
:)
That stretched my musical ability to the limit :)
See, now I thought it was funny. It shows his ignorance more than it slams Republicans. Good stuff.
Another Lennon you are! ;)
LOL
nah
Yes.
;-)
Make your time.
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