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Twas the Night before Easter

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”