'Twas The Night

[EWerb at aol.com]

'Twas The Night Before Impeachment,
when all through the House,
All the Congress was stirring,
even Conyers, the louse.

The Articles were hung
by the Capitol with care,
In hopes that Saint Bubba
would be trapped in the lair.

The Republicans were nestled,
all smug with The Feds,
While visions of perjury
danced in their heads.

And Barr with his rhetoric
and Hyde with his trap,
Had just settled in
for a long evening's nap.

When out in The Gulf,
there arose such a clatter,
They clicked on CNN
to see what was the matter.

When what to their wondering
eyes should appear
But Tomahawk cruise missiles
flying like reindeer.

With a Presidential address,
so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment,
it must be Saint Slick!

More rapid than eagles,
his supporters they came,
And he whistled and shouted
and called them by name:

"Now Conyers, now Gephardt,
let's forget about The Vixen!
On Barney! On Maxine!
I'm no Richard Nixon!!!"

"From Capitol Hill
to the Washington Mall,
Now dash away, dash away,
dash away all !!!"

And then the Republicans
heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing
of each little hoof.

As they scratched their heads
and were turning around
The resilient Saint Willie
scored another rebound.

No longer was he eating
from his humble pie,
While assaulting Saddam
with his bombs from the sky.

A bundle of weapons
he had flung at Iraq,
It looked once again
like Slick Willie was back.

His eyes, how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry.

His droll little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head
was as white as the snow.

The stump of a stogie,
he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled
his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face
and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed
like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump -
a right jolly old elf,
And the Republicans wept,
in spite of themselves.

And a wink of his eye
and a twist of his head
Soon gave them to know
they had something to dread.

He spoke the right words
and went straight to his work
Hard to believe that an Intern
once called him "The Jerk."

And shaking his finger
and thumbing his nose,
By "Wagging The Dog,"
up the polls he rose.

He turned to his spinmeisters
and gave them a whistle,
Then they cheered-on Slick Willie
as he launched another missile.

They all heard him exclaim,
with Impeachment out of sight,
"Happy Ramadan to all,
and to all a good night."
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wasn't that sweet, it brought a thing to my thing

best 

ew