Posted on 03/15/2010 10:36:11 AM PDT by pissant
in the House there was a mouse
who always bowed to his fleas.
When asked why so, he said with a lo,
America needs to be on her knees.
Twas the night before Easter, when all through the White House
Not a vote was placing, not even in house.
The kickbacks were dolled out by the flip vote with care,
In hopes that Pelosi soon would be there.
The blue-dogs were nestled all smug in their heads,
While visions of compromise danced in their heads.
And Nan as the ‘speaker, and O in the lead,
Had just settled our differences for a long health bill.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
O sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window O flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the monument Washington
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to O’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a citizen multitude holding tiny tea bags.
With a fiery leader, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Palin.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Jefferson! now, Hamilton! now, Paine and Franklin!
On, Adams! On, Bartlett! On Hall, on Floyd and Hopkins!
To the top of congress! to the top of the wall!
Now vote them out! Vote them out! Vote them out all!"
As dry tea that before the wild politicians fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the White House-top the coursers they flew,
With the army full of voters, and Palin too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the streets
The chanting and protesting of each freedom stolen.
As O drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the hall Palin came with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, putting PETA in throws,
And her hands were all covered with notes to off put.
A grievance list she flung on his desk,
And she looked like a statesman, just delivering the news.
Her statement was simple! Healthcare to bury!
Her checks were to balances, the will of the people!
O’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Who is this woman who dares question the big O.
The stump of a cig he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had hope and change, or so he said,
Who is this woman and her tea full of party?
The bill was chubby and plump, full or pork and kickbacks,
And passed it shall, in spite of myself!
But a wink of her eye and a twist of the phrase,
Soon gave O to know he had nothing but to dread.
O spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And demanded that Pelosi pass that bill, then turned with a jerk.
And in shock and dismay, picking his nose,
It failed the first vote and the second and more!
O sprang to his feet, to acknowledge his fail,
But away in victory flew Palin, O could not capture.
But O heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight,
"You Betcha”
There once was a fellow named Barry
Whose policies they were quite scary
Elected cuz he’s Black
But his ideas are whack
And America’s future is quite hairy
There was a young man from Oahu
Smoked ciggies and ceegars and pot, too.
Fancied himself Lincoln—
Now what was he thinkin’?
He’s more like that thug Nosferatu!
Matching the beats:
There once was a man named Barack
Who thought he was some kind of jock
No hope and no change
Just Lefties, deranged
Now many own more than one glock
Bravo! A masterpiece!
Still ROFL.....!!!
(.....I love the offbeat.....)
Leni
(Founder and Foot Soldier in the Free Republic Light Verse Brigade)
Nice one!
haha!
There once was a man named Barack
Who promised the moon to his flock
till one day they said
We’d be better off dead
Than spend another day with this schlock
There was a puny smoker
who knew not the poker.
when asked to a call
he said with much gall,
“I have 57 cards plus the joker.”
The Kenyen, Barrack
Driving America down
Socialism’s road.
Yes, and figure 3 years of RESTORATION for every year in office ;-)
Hope and Change, Hope and Change, Hope and Change
Obama’s mantra we heard was so strange
With no facts to support
The agenda he sports
And as empty as the man is deranged
HAHAHA!
You betcha!
There once was a gal named Michelle
They called her “First Lady from Hell”.
She posed and she preened
While the people, they screamed,
“Ditch the boob belts, Me-shella, Ma Belle!”
There was a wimp with a Holder,
Who made the terrorist bolder-
Alas and a lack!
They are both off the track!
They say “Terrorist isn`t a soldier.”
There once was a socialit waif
who, predictably, was a naïf
economics, foreign policy,
defense, sociology,
his appointments bring nothing but grief.
There was a wife not prouder
Whose husband said much louder,
“I come to change and rearrange
All of your Boston chowder.”
Our make believe prez, named Hussein
Thought all his detractors insane
So he ordered to jail,
His incoming mail.
And then vetoed his answer machine.
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