has anyone seen this yet? Hope it does not offend anyone.
> 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT
> December 17,1998
> 'Twas The Night Before Impeachment,
> when all through the House,
> All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.
> The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
> In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
> The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
> While visions of perjury danced in their heads.
> And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
> Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.
> When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
> They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
> When what to their wondering eyes should appear
> But Tomahawk Cruise missiles flying like reindeer.
> With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
> They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
> More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
> And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
> "Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about The Vixen !
> On Barney ! On Maxine ! I'm no Richard Nixon ! ! !"
> "From Capitol Hill to the Washington Mall,
> Now dash away, dash away, dash away all ! ! !"
> And then the Republicans heard on the roof
> The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
> As they scratched their heads and were turning around
> The resilient Saint Willie scored another rebound.
> No longer was he eating from his humble pie,
> While assaulting Saddam with his bombs from the sky.
> A bundle of weapons he had flung at Iraq,
> It looked once again like Slick Willie was back.
> His eyes, how they twinkled ! His dimples, how merry !
> His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
> And the hair on his head was as white as the snow.
> The stump of a stogie, he held tight in his teeth,
> And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face and a little round belly
> That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
> He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf,
> And the Republicans wept when they saw him,
> in spite of themselves.
> And a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
> Soon lead them to know they had something to dread.
> He spoke the right words and went straight to his work
> Hard to believe that an Intern once called him "The Jerk."
> And shaking his finger and thumbing his nose,
> By "Wagging The Dog," up the polls he rose.
> He turned to his spinmeisters and gave them a whistle,
> Then they cheered-on Slick Willie
> as he launched another missile.
> They all heard him exclaim, with Impeachment out of sight,
> "Happy Ramadan to all, and to all a good night."
Tom & Marg Warner
Vernon Center NY
1976 palmbeach
> 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT
> December 17,1998
> 'Twas The Night Before Impeachment,
> when all through the House,
> All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.
> The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
> In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
> The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
> While visions of perjury danced in their heads.
> And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
> Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.
> When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
> They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
> When what to their wondering eyes should appear
> But Tomahawk Cruise missiles flying like reindeer.
> With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
> They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
> More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
> And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
> "Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about The Vixen !
> On Barney ! On Maxine ! I'm no Richard Nixon ! ! !"
> "From Capitol Hill to the Washington Mall,
> Now dash away, dash away, dash away all ! ! !"
> And then the Republicans heard on the roof
> The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
> As they scratched their heads and were turning around
> The resilient Saint Willie scored another rebound.
> No longer was he eating from his humble pie,
> While assaulting Saddam with his bombs from the sky.
> A bundle of weapons he had flung at Iraq,
> It looked once again like Slick Willie was back.
> His eyes, how they twinkled ! His dimples, how merry !
> His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
> And the hair on his head was as white as the snow.
> The stump of a stogie, he held tight in his teeth,
> And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face and a little round belly
> That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
> He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf,
> And the Republicans wept when they saw him,
> in spite of themselves.
> And a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
> Soon lead them to know they had something to dread.
> He spoke the right words and went straight to his work
> Hard to believe that an Intern once called him "The Jerk."
> And shaking his finger and thumbing his nose,
> By "Wagging The Dog," up the polls he rose.
> He turned to his spinmeisters and gave them a whistle,
> Then they cheered-on Slick Willie
> as he launched another missile.
> They all heard him exclaim, with Impeachment out of sight,
> "Happy Ramadan to all, and to all a good night."
Tom & Marg Warner
Vernon Center NY
1976 palmbeach
