Mood:
Yawn
Listening to: The Night Is Young And You're So Beautiful
Watching: Shreck 2
Twas the night before elections,
and all through the White House.
Not a Bush was stirring, not even George's spouse.
The agents pistols were hung in the cabinet with care,
in hope that John Kerry would never be there.
The Bush girls were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of alcohol danced in their heads.
And Laura in her nighty, W. in his cap.
All settled down for a long power nap.
When out in the Rose Garden arose such a clatter Secrect Service agents arose to see what was the matter. Away to the window agents flew like a flash. Tore open the shutters and threw open the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave luster of miday objects below.When what to their wondering eyes may appear, but 8 democrats and their biggest fear. In a BMW dressed like a fairy, they knew in a moment it must be John Kerry. More slimy than snakes, his minions they came and he hissed and shouted and called them by name. "Now Clinton, Now Hillary, Now Edwards and Gore!" " On Kennedy, On Reno, On Guiliani and Tipper Gore" To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Impeach Bush! Impeach Bush! Impeach them all! To the democrats dismay, the Marines heard the cry. When they were met with an obstacle, they took to the sky. So up to the White House top, the democrats they flew with a suitcase full of votes. John Kerry flew too. The agents heard a crash on the roof, and the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As they drew out their guns and were turning around. Down the chimney John Kerry came with a bound! Dressed in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of votes he had flung on his back and he looked like a hobo opening his pack. His eyes-How they flamed! His wrinkles-How many! His eyebrows filled with Boutox! His IQ points not many! His droll little mouth was drown up like a grinch. And behind him stood Theresa that ugly white wench. The stump of a crack pipe he held tight in his teeth and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and an evil grin. That got worse when he laughed. Because he loved men. He was an ugly old chump, a scary-Kerry kind of elf. The lead agent laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself. A wink of his eye and a 360 degree spin of his head Soon made the agents know they had something to dread. He spoke not a word but went to work. He stole Georgies hat that evil little jerk. Then sticking his finger into his nose. Giving a nod up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his Beamer, to the democrats he gave a whistle, and away they all flew. But George had a missile. They heard George exclaim as he lined up his sight, "I'll win this election because your all gonna die tonight!!!"
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