The Nightmare Before the Elections
( with apologies to Clement Moore )


'Twas the week before elections, with a pall o'er the House
Not a preacher demurring o'er what Foley espoused.
The mockings were flung for Dick Cheney's repair,
In the hopes the electorate just wouldn't care.

The brainchildren all wrestled to tug in the threads
Of conservative visions all tattered in shreds.
And Dub went to worship, catapulting his pap...
I'm embattled and drained from his false terror flap.