Twas the
night after the vote to Trump impeach and all through the House
One could
not find a single Blue Mouse
Exhausted by
hiding and concealing their glee all had
fled
Those to Red
districts anxiety over a coming dread
While Nancy
took an early leave with her gavel to bed
No dreams of
sugar plums to fill her head
Only the
nightmare that support for impeachment and removal had been shed
Her chances
of keeping her beloved gavel seemed more like dead
No high
crimes or misdemeanors or treason
Only
resistance to his policies and detesting his behavior was the reason
She sold to
us that the election in 2020 was by him in great peril
Impeachment
must be rushed and pursued immediately with great verile
Without a
single Red vote she got her wish
Two counts
of impeachment to be served to the Senate on a fine china dish
Only problem
is that Nancy like the elitist kid who took her ball home if others would not
play by her rules
Must have
thought that she controlled the Senate also and that Mitch was a wimpy fool
Mitch told
her in essence to pound sand
More weeks
of a House like circus for him and this nation would not stand
So the
Articles rest on Nancy’s desk, despite the urgent need, and go into limbo
And a
divided nation becomes more divided and Nancy looks more and more like a
scorned bimbo
As the sled
left the roof empty now of its load Blue mouse coal
A booming “Ho Ho Nancy shame for your glee;
you’ve failed to achieve your goal”
Back to the feces
coast
Where your
majority soon will be toast
© December
22, 2020 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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