‘Twas the night before Sarah Palin’s visit, when all through the town,
Not a teabagger was stirring, not even Anymouse
The stockings were hung by the chimneys with care,
In Hopes that Saint Sarah would soon be there.
While visions of taxbreaks and big guns danced in their heads
And mamma in her Bush sweatshirt and I in my Dick Cheney cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out at the Fred Meyer parking lot there arouse such a clatter,
I sprang from my sleeping bag in the back of my Escalade to see what was the matter … (More here)
Cindy_H on December 07 at 2:55 p.m.
This made me happy!
Great work, though I sense the Joker is a bit preoccupied with mammaries.
Just saying.
bpoole on December 07 at 3:29 p.m.
Great descriptions.
Stickman on December 07 at 3:50 p.m.
Must be nice to have an Escalade. If the line was short, like just me and Joker, I would love to visit with Sarah.
lew2nl on December 08 at 5:27 a.m.
Clever poem with the exception of the references to her breasts. Can’t understand why some men focus on breasts instead of women’s faces or eyes … or why they even need to refer to body parts. Just saying.
Stickman on December 09 at 4:11 p.m.
lew2nl: We focus on what is closest to us and what sticks out the most. It’s a natural reaction. It’s like from the movie ‘Liar, Liar’, when Jim Carrey enters the elevator and says what he truly feels to the woman beside him. People wonder why she is so popular since moving in. I wonder.