The Politically Correct
by stix1972 ~ November 29th, 2007. Filed under: Socialist Squirrel Political Humor.From Conservative Springfield:
The Politically Correct
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Conservative Springfield‘Twas the night before holiday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a rodent American;
The pantsuits were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Ms. Clinton soon would be there;
The undocumented workers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of amnesty danced in their heads;
And significant other in his/her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a globally warmed nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Fearing it was Bill Clinton I locked up my daughter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
spying a Democrat, I hid all my cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should begat,
But a miniature Toyota® Prius, and eight liberal democrats,
With a wily old driver, fast talking and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Willy the Slick.
More rapid than Monica sheds a blue dress, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Reid! now, Pelosi! now, Boxer and Durbin!
On, Feinstein! on Obama! on, Kennedy and Sharpton!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now tax away! tax away! tax away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, raise taxes to the sky,
So up to the White house the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of pardons, and St. Willy the slick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I’d seen what I feared
none other than Hillary adorned with a greybeard.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Slick Willy came with a bound.
He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his toe,
And behind him stood Hillary with face all aglow;
A bundle of cash he had flung on his back,
with the words made in China written on his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His brow how intense!
We’re here for your vote and will spare no expense!
And just as I shuddered and braced for the worst
I woke up in bed from a nightmare emersed
And the smoke from my hearth;
wafted toward the heavens,
I down lay my head giving to a sleep that beckoned.
But haunting my dreams and trying my wit,
The thought that a Clinton, America would permit.
And I laughed to myself, in spite of my dread
we were fooled once, but not again!
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
