Twas the last good nights sleep
by Kim Golling
Twas the Night before inauguration, when all through the White House
Not a President or an Elect was sleeping, not even a gray haired mouse.
The Speeches were done, laid by the chimney with care
In hopes that ‘St. Nick’s Proofreading & Editing’ soon would be there
The Cabinet Members were nestled all snug with the Feds
While visions of Grandeur danced in their heads
And Mrs. “O” in her Armani and Mr. “O” with his cigs
Had just settled back to enjoy more Bush digs
When somewhere between the West Wing and the East
There arouse such a clatter, a big bang at the least
Away went the Secret Service to see what’s the buzz
Called out the National Guard and woke up the fuzz
The Moon shimmered somewhat, but dimmed by the smog
That’s what the environmentalists said, but it was really just fog
When what to the wondering eye should appear
But a van driving up, lights off and in low gear
With a little old driver so sly and so slick
I knew it was the editing services of little old St. Nick’s
More wicked and evil their courses they came
Mr. “O” whistled and chortled then called them by name
Reverend Wright, good to see you, help Miss Streisand from the van
Mayor Daley, Good Ol’ Tony, please help if you can
There was Ayer and George Clooney, even Oprah joined the crew
“Quick, down the tunnel, Whoopi, hurry, you too!”
The raucous that was caused earlier was just a sly scheme
To distract the police squads and the whole Secret Service Team
And then in a pounding, you could hear them all run
Down the corridor, up the passageway, happy he’d won
They made their way past the Oval Office, the Cabinet Room and West Wing
Past many other rooms of Blue, Red, even Green
A stack full of papers they clutched tight to their breast
They must get this done there was no time to rest
Mr. “O”’s eyes how they crinkled, his smirk ever so daring
His cheeks how they raised as he smiled, his teeth baring
His dull little mouth was drawn tight in a kink
As the cigarette butts in the ashtray were starting to stink
The end of a cigarette held tight in his lips
And the smoke it encircled him as he stood hands on hips
He had an announcement “I’m in quite a pinch”
For a moment he looked stunningly like the Grinch
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Soon gave me that sinking, horrible feeling of dread
They spoke many words as they shuffled his speech to eliminate all flaw
Many promises, lower taxes, yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah
And reaching to shake hands to all who helped out
Giving a nod, he thanked all and slept well, no doubt
But to those who stand stunned at the majority of the nation
Don’t be glum, don’t turn the dial, don’t change the station
It’s only four years to endure the pain and to suffer
We’ve had harder times, really much tougher
But as we bid farewell to President George W. Bush
Store your food, save your money, buy more guns, save your own tush
As we exclaim ere we hide in our cellar
Merry Christmas to all, 2012 will be stellar!
