was nary a pick of Obama's not soused!
The voters were nestled all smug in their beds,
While visions of hopefulness danced in their heads.
With Michelle in her J Crew, and I in my Gap
Had just settled in to see who wouldn't get scrapped.
When on the South Lawn there arouse such a clatter
I sprang from my blog to see what was the matter!
....
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Daschle! Now Holder! Now Geithner and Clinton!
On Vilsack! On Duncan! On Donovan, not Blitzer!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away hope as the axes do fall!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the House-top the coursers they flew
and after the vetting, there remained just a few!
Another thing I've learned about you: you can write your a-- off!! LOL!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is hilarious and very well-written. I especially like the "...I sprang from my blog..." line! :)
K8's Take is off to a brilliant start!