Twas the night before Christmas - Snark
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the House
not a Congressman was stirring, not even a louse.
The billfolds were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Jack Abramoff soon would be there.
More of my lunacy below the fold
The Senators were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of pork-barrels danced in their heads.
Laura was in her 'kerchief, I was bare-ass
We'd just settled down for a quick toke of grass.
When out in the rose garden there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my delusions to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and smashed my face flat
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
glittered like my theomania on the objects below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
but ole Turdblossom in a sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer
Patching his pellet wounds so lively and quick
I knew in a moment he'd already been to see Dick
More rapid than lobbyists his coursers they they came
and he groaned and he grunted and called them by name
Now Scooter! Now Tony, now Russ and Glenn Beck!
On Coulter, on Rummy, on Brownie and McCain
to the top of the porch, to the top of the Mall
Now dash away! Dash away, before I take a big fall!
Like legislators that before the media do lie
and meeting with a Grand Jury do away fly
So up to the Dome the coursers they flew
with a sleigh full of pork and ole Turdblossom too
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
the whining and snivelling of all of his troop.
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney came ole Turdblossom with a bound
He was dressed all in Gucci from his head to his foot
but his cute little cheeks were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of lies he had flung on his back
he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His eyes how they glittered! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His evil little mouth was drawn up like a bow
and the drool on his chin was brown like his nose
The remains of The Constitution he held in his teeth
and the smoke and ashes encircled his head like a wreath
He face was all sweaty and his belly was all flab
he said "things are unraveling, I'm scared someone will blab."
He was nervous and gassy, a right foul little elf
but I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A roll of his eyes and an uplifted finger
soon gave me to know I had been given a zinger
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings and then called me a jerk.
After shooting me the finger and picking his nose
he belched like a camel and up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle
and away they all flew like down on a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he blew out of sight
They're gonna haul your ashes, George
they're coming with pitchforks
and they're coming tonight!
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I'll' be happy to pull this
if my fertile imagination offends...
Very nice.
I'll have whatever Stan's drinking!
An Overdue Visit
Here's the ACLU version:
Funny Stan
I don't think this will offend anyone. Cheers to your fertile imagination.
Robin Hayes lied. Nobody died, but thousands of folks lost their jobs.
Raising a glass
to you, Stan. A new classic.
"Be the change you wish to see in the world." - Ghandi
wow
very well done.
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