Thought you might appreciate this fine poem...
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Posted On: 11/24/2013 6:25:41 PM
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Thought you might appreciate this fine poem...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the White House
Not a creature was working, not even his spouse;
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
because Michelle and the kids were in Hawaii spending 7 million there;
The Obama voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of free cell phones danced in their heads;
And mamma with her free healthcare, and unemployment benefits with no cap,
Had just settled down for a free winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the mail box I flew like a flash,
Tore open the mail and got my free cash.
The welfare check hadn’t got wet in the snow
Obama was still passing out free dough,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sign I must not work, at all of next year,
With a Socialist driver, so conniving and quick,
I knew in a moment he was their Saint Nick.
More taxes for the working and spending pretty much insane,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Daschle! Now, Boxer! Now, Franken and Reid!
On, Pelosi! On Feinstein! On, Baucus and Biden!
over the debt ceiling! No spending fire wall!
Now tax away! Tax away! Tax away all!"
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the White House
Not a creature was working, not even his spouse;
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
because Michelle and the kids were in Hawaii spending 7 million there;
The Obama voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of free cell phones danced in their heads;
And mamma with her free healthcare, and unemployment benefits with no cap,
Had just settled down for a free winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the mail box I flew like a flash,
Tore open the mail and got my free cash.
The welfare check hadn’t got wet in the snow
Obama was still passing out free dough,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sign I must not work, at all of next year,
With a Socialist driver, so conniving and quick,
I knew in a moment he was their Saint Nick.
More taxes for the working and spending pretty much insane,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Daschle! Now, Boxer! Now, Franken and Reid!
On, Pelosi! On Feinstein! On, Baucus and Biden!
over the debt ceiling! No spending fire wall!
Now tax away! Tax away! Tax away all!"
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