Thursday, December 14, 2017


‘Twas the night before Christmas & thro’ Senate & House,
All the creatures were stirring each resembling a mouse;

The GOP stockings were hung everywhere,
Cause they knew that dt soon would be there;
Their children & lovers were all tucked in their beds,
Whilst visions of tax breaks danc’d in their sick heads,

McConnell & Ryan laughed at the wealth gap,
They’d pass the new bill whilst Americans did nap
When out in the rose garden commotion did start,
They sprang from their chairs to the doorway did dart.

Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tearing up shutters, and throwing up sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When what did their wondering eyes view out there,
But a tiny handed creature with strange orange hair,
The little old driver, so slimy and sick,
They knew in a moment it must be that prick.

More vapid than corpses by limo he came,
And whistled and shouted and call’d them by name:
“Now! Kelly, Ivanka, now! Eric, and Don,
“On! Melanoma & Sara let’s finish this con;

“To the public I say from the top of the wall!
“What joy we will have when we screw you all!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house the limo just flew,
With toys for the wealthy and the little prick too:
And then in the corridor the sound did linger
Twas the sound made by tapping of each little finger.

As they drew in their heads and were turning around,
In came the prick with obese belly round:
He was dress’d all in gold, from his head to his toe,
And his dentures were tarnish’d and he talked kind of slow;

A bundle of money was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes were like slits and he did not look merry,
His cheeks were both full of some pie with a cherry;

This droll little man was drawn up like a bow,
And his smug little chin was as white as the snow;
The grump of a creature clenched tight all his teeth,
And the aura he gave was like death with a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a very large gut
That shook when he moved, just like his fat butt:
He was chubby, this trump, a sick little elf,
But they liked what the creep placed there up on the shelf;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
A clink and a sigh he filled wallets with bread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all their pockets; then turn’d did this jerk,

And sticking his finger way up in his nose
He gave them a nod and up fatty rose.
He sidled to limo and to his team whistle,
And away they all drove as if shot from a pistol
And they all read his tweet as he drove out of sight,
"Bah Humbug to all, I'm grabbing pussy tonight!"