Twas the night........

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Here's something I received from a friend......

& thought you'd enjoy.....although alot of us wish this subject matter

would be DONE with already!!!

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 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, in spite of themselves.

And a wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave 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

a Senate Trial in sight, " Happy Ramadan to all, and to all a good

night. "