Twas the Night Before Voting
Mon Nov 06, 2006 at 06:11:00 PM PDT
`Twas the night before voting,
When all clicked their mouse,
Every blogger was stirring
To win back the House.
The polls were all done
By the candidates' chairs
In hopes that sweet victory
Soon would be theirs.
Republicans, nestled
All smug in their beds
While visions of terror
Exploded their heads:
Bush with his mischief
And Cheney with caps
Had just settled down
To a toddy of schnapps,
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
They sent out Karl Rove
To see what was the matter.
Away from the window
They flew like a flash:
"Let no truthful vision
Cause our hopes to crash!"
The moon on the breast
Of the crest-fallen Snowe
Gave the luster of daylight
To scandals below.
When, what to our wondering
Eyes crossed the scenes
But a miniature Kos
And eight tiny reign-Deans!
With a middle-aged driver
(Disdainful of Hannity)
So we knew in a flash
`Twas a Doctor with Sanity.
More rapid than coursers
The scandals they came,
But the Doctor he whistled
And called them by name:
"Oh Halley! Oh Burton!
Oh Crooked and Lying!
Oh FEMA! Katrina!
Oh Torture and Dying!
To the media gates!
To the shameful stonewall!
Now, crash away, crash away,
Crash away all!"
As Foley-age before
The wild hurricanes flies,
When faced with an obstacle,
Turns round and lies,
So up to the Congress
The coursers they flew
With a sackful of joy
As all Democrats knew.
And then in a twinkling,
I saw on the roof
The happy proclaiming
Of clearness and truth.
I raised up my hands
And was dancing around
When down from the roof
Donkeys came with a bound!
They were dressed for the fray
With the trappings of truth
From the powers they got
From the Change at the Booth.
A bundle of crooks they had
Flung on their backs
They had caught the backpedalers,
Liars and hacks!
Their eyes how they twinkled,
Yet their ears had no earrings.
They would start, unadorned,
Their Congressional Hearings.
Their droll little mouths
Were speaking of when
They could sentence miscreants
Twelve years in the pen.
Then suddenly, turning
Toward something quite smelly,
They saw Rove and Cheney,
Shaking like jelly.
Rove was chubby and plump,
And a terrified elf,
And I laughed when I saw him
In spite of myself.
A tic in his eye
And a twitch of his head
Soon gave me to know
He had plenty to dread.
The donkeys said nothing
But got to their work
Uprooted the Bushes
And threw out the jerk.
Then placing their fingers
Over each nose
Ignoring temptation,
To power they rose!
They sprang to the job
And the team gave a whistle
And called back each soldier
And misguided missile.
I heard them exclaim
As I woke up that night:
"Happy Grass-roots to all,
Now let's turn out the Right!"
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