Yule Fools

T'is the day before Christmas, and through the two states,

In New Hampshire, and in Iowa, almost no candidates.

Gone Mikie, gone Barack, Mitt and Hillary, too

Rudolph's away to deal with his "flu."

Soon enough they'll return though, pursuing their goals,

To spout what they're told to, after reading the polls.

They'll be coming right back, with the journalist scumbugs,

Who report all this doo doo, all the meaningless humbugs.

But, Merry Christmas to all, a day off from the hacks,

A break from their hard sell, their nasty attacks.

Yes, it's time for their families and a chance to take note,

Of what really matters. Of course that's your vote.

Comments

[JesusHChrist]

Mr. Franken. Please! For My sake! (That's for Christ's sake for the slow amongst us) That was awful! You definitely can do better. You *must* do better. Here's a start:

T'was the day of our Christmas
We've read all the polls
We've listened to pundits
And internet trolls
There's Sir Nine-Eleven,
That's our Rudy G
And 'I stand for Jesus!'
That putz Huckabee
There's Beiden, Obama, and, yes, Hillary
And Romney so slick, without humanity
There's Edwards and Thompson, the NRA slave
And then there's McCain with one foot in the grave
So who should we vote for
This land's run amuck.
I say, write in 'Jesus', or else Donald Duck!
My Dad thinks you've lost it
Creation's a dud
Get out your umbrellas
He's planning a flood.
You Savior Eternally (Yes. I save Jews, too)
Jesus H Christ

[FogBelter]

Excellent, Mr Franken ... Merry Christmas to you, Sir!

[KRANKY]

Clement would cringe,

But, What the hell...

It's Solstice!

Let's binge!