11/09/2005: And, since it's that season....
Here (a bit late, but blame Jeff Crook, the author, who only recently got around to posting this one):
The Fitzmas Song
by Jeff Crook
(with apologies to the Velvet Fog)
Dick's nuts roasting on an open fire
Judith wearing orange clothes
Tom Delay picked up by a wire
Extorting funds from Eskimos.
A press pass for a gay male ho
Helps to lean the coverage Right.
Tiny little men in league with Karl Rove
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know Fitzgerald's on his way.
With a load of trouble and some hell to pay.
But every mother's scribe is going to spy
To see if Libby will tell another lie.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
Of hope to see the mighty fall.
President Bush is looking for new ways
To ride this out and pardon all.
Grief and Woe come to you
And to you a perp walk, too
And God curse you and send you
An indictment this year.
And God curse you
And fill your heart with fear.
Len on 11.09.05 @ 01:29 PM CST