Twas the night before Sixth-mas

JGalt

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This is a poem I cobbled together from some left-over words I had, after I accidentally dropped a dictionary.
There were words all over the floor, so I vacuumed them up and this was what was in the vacuum cleaner.

Twas the night before Sixth-mas and all through the house,
No Speaker was elected, not even that louse.
The socks he was hanging, McCarty with care,
In hopes that tomorrow, the votes would be there.
The Dems they had watched from the sidelines with glee,
Hoping the Republicans could not agree.
The true test was yet to come, that they all knew,
They waited to see what those 20 would do.
Would they choose McCarthy, or once more delayed?
Breathless they watched, as the ballots were weighed.
For this was a Sixth-mas like no one before,
As Kevin's fate hung in the balance once more.
 
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Ho Ho Ho, Mister Galt
Fine fare , and so much more relaxing than the crap that makes up so much of what is served here day in and day out by the old dodderers and the loonies .
imho naturally .
 

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