Monday, December 22, 2014


Twas the night before Christmas, all thru the Estate in Hawaii.
Obama sat stirring, with J. Biden the mouse
Golf stockings were hung by the fireplace with care

In hopes the Tea Party wouldn't notice them there

The girls were nestled all snug in King Obama's bed
While visions of Maui still danced in there heads
With Michele in her pj's, and I in my cap
We just counted money, and settled down for a nap

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter?
Then away to the window. I flew like a flash
I tore off my cap, then threw up the stash

The moon on the breast, on the white fresh sand
Gave my own droopy eyes a view of people below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
A blue chevy van, with six persons I fear

With a slender ol' driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it was Clint from that flick
More rapid than Eagles, The Fox friends all came
Clint whistled and shouted; He called them by name:

Now Riley, Now Megan, Now Hannity, Now Malkin
Go Greta Go Get, The Benghazi's chief Vixen
To the top of the porch, to the back of the hall
Now Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all

As dry sand before, this same truth will fly

With media cover-up. They'll fly to the sky

In back of the Estate in a quickness they flew
The van full of men, and Clint Eastwood too

And then in a twinkling, I heard from the road
Fox newsmen were speaking of my crazy tax load
As I drew in my head and was turning around
There stood the "Donald", not making a sound

Suited up for business, from head to toe
He wasn't the person I had cared to meet
A big bundle of records was flung on his back
I thought of a peddler, while he opened his pack

His eyes how they sneered, his face cold and stern
I knew he would leave me a lesson to learn
His droll little mouth was drawn down like a bow
He was mad his toupee had fallen in fresh sand

The stump of his pipe, he held in his teeth
The smoke encircled Michelle like a wreath
Trump knew the secret I would never reveal
Not even the votes I would willingly steal

I yelled "Give Up Now On this Mission" 
Trump smirked, then laid the forms on my shelf
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head
I thought "could it be; I have nothing to dread?"

He spoke not a word, went straight to his work
Then left my birth record, social security, pass port
and college records, and turned with a jerk
Then pointed his finger up toward my head
Then said "You are Fired; we want Hillary instead!"

He sprung to his Limo, leaving me and the mouse
With Michelle looking worried of finding a house
Then I heard him exclaim, as he rode in the night

We Gotcha  you fraud.... and 
"Merry Christmas to aaall and to aaall a Goodniiiiight!"