Twas just before Christmas, When all through the House, The Reps were all gathered, A budget to pass, As quiet as a mouse. Over 3,000 pages the Bill had been typed, But none of the reps bothered to review its hype. They just passed it into law, with a wing and a prayer, Knowing for sure that of course ........... it was fair. But the pork, draped all over the Bill, was inserted with care, In hopes that no one would notice it was buried there. Funding for the border fence was stripped from the Bill, While visions of illegal voters swirled in Pelosi's swill; Peiosi in her 'kerchief, and Murtha in his cap, Couldn't wait for the passage so that they could take a long nap. When out on the steps there arose such a clatter, Pelosi sprang from her throne to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew like a bird, Pushed back the curtains to see who was disturbed. It wasn't the moon shining on the new-fallen snow. And it wasn't the luster of the mid-day objects below, When, what to her astonished eyes should appear, But the ghost of Thomas Jefferson, shedding a tear. In anger, his finger was rapid and quick. She knew in a moment he'd seen through her trick. More rapid than eagles did his expletives come, He snorted and shouted, and called her a bum; "Now, Socialist! now, Communist! now, Marxist and b.....tch! Your have been exposed, like the treachery of a wicked witch! To the edge of the country! to the far flung ocean! Now go away! go away! set your feet in motion!" But before she could leave, Pelosi heard some prancin" As she looked up to see the ghost of Ben Franklin. He lifted up his hand, she could tell he was fumin', And a lighting bolt crashed near where she was standin". Franklin was dressed in colonial, from head to foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; From the trip he had taken from the past to the now, In the hopes he could stop her, but he wasn't sure how. A bundle of tricks he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- now they twinkled! his dimples how merry! As he came up with a way to stop the bad fairy! He yelled from the roof tops, amidst lighting and thunder. And he called on the ghosts that tore England asunder. With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon let Pelosi know, she had much to dread; Ben spoke many words, intent on his works, And called Pelosi and clan, traitorous jerks. Then laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, in the air he rose. I could hear him bemoan to the ghosts he had summoned Along with the sound of the National Anthem hummin". "Could it be that what we did in a time that tried men's souls, Be swept away by a covey of fools?" As his quaint colonial image faded out of sight, "Americans, Americans" he screamed in the night. "Don't let freedom slip from your hand." "Or let Pelosi and crew, for America stand." |
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