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5 years ago

Twas The Night Before Christmas (Anti-Obama Version)


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Twas The Night Before Christmas (Anti-Obama version)

Twas the night before Christmas, all thru the White House Obama sat stirring , with J. Biden the mouse Golf stockings were hung, by the chimmney with care In hopes the Tea Party wouldn’t notice them there

The children were nestled all snug in King beds While visions of Maui still danced in there heads With Michelle in her pj’s, and I in my cap We just counted money, and settled down for a nap

When out in 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 sash

The moon on the breast, on the white fallen snow 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 Meagan, Now Hannity, Now Malkin GO Gretta 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 leaves before, this same truth will fly With media cover-up, They’ll fly to the sky In back of the house 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 his feet 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 snow

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 for self” Trump smirked, then laid the form 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, and turned with a jerk Then pointing his finger up toward my head Then said “You are Fired; we want Romney 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” “Merry Christmas to aaaall, and to aaaall a Goodniiiiiiiight!!!”

By Josephine Veliz Pebria

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