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11-06-05, 8:00 am
An Early Christmas Wish
Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House
Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused
Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused
The indictments were hanging like Damocles' sword
As verminous oxen prepared to be gored
The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed
While visions of prison cells loomed in each head
And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap
Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap
When out on the web there arose such a clatter
The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter
Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash
He booted his browser and cleared out his cache
The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air
Made Dubya shiver with angry despair
When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy?
A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie!
With an impartial manner that gave Bush the shits
He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz!
With unwavering voice, his indictments they came
He cleared out his throat and he called them by name:
Scooter, Now Libby,
Now Blossoming Turd,
Now Cheney, dear Cheney,
Yes, you are the third
To the bench of the court
Up the steps, down the hall
Now come along, come along,
Come along, all!
He then became silent, and went right to work.
He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk,
And pointing his finger at justice's scale
Said, "The people be served, and let fairness prevail."
He then left the room, to his team gave a nod
And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade
And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight,
"Merry Fitzmas to all...and to all a 'Good Night'!
MAD-ly yours,
From OpEdNews.com
--Al Feldstein
Retired Editor of MAD Magazine.
http://www.alfeldstein.com
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