Twas the Newt before Christmas...

when all through the house


Not a creature was stirring, not even a justice from the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals .

The accusations of "infringement on the executive" were hung by the Speaker with care,

In hopes that arrests and impeachments of judges soon would be there.



The Obama's were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of overturning Citizens United danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Barrack in his cap,

Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s refusal to accept an unacceptable SCOTUS ruling on health care legislation.



When out on the south lawn there arose such a clatter,

they sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window they flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.



The moon on the breast of the Newtster out in the snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But a desperate fear message pandering to the conservative base in Iowa.



The little old Newtster, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be that old dick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Traitors!"



"Now Vixen! now, Vixen! now, Vixen and Vixen!

On, Vixen! On, Vixen!, On, Vixen and Vixen!

To the front seat of my car! or behind yonder wall!

Now blow away! Blow away! Tickle my balls!"


OK that's enough!