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Quality Healthcare for Rich and Poe

Quoth the Right with bluff and bluster,
“Numbers you will never muster
To avoid our filibuster.
You’d need sixty votes or more!”
Suddenly Barack Obama,
Heightening the sense of drama,
Taunts the GOP, “Your mama!
We will bring it to the floor!
Reconciliation, baby!
That will bring it to the floor!”
He’s no wussy anymore.

This was written by Scott. Posted on Monday, March 1, 2010, at 4:00 am. Filed under Politics. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Post a comment or leave a trackback.

2 Comments

  1. Anna wrote:

    Ah, such an elegant rhyme scheme. Tis my favourite poem, actually. Well done!

    Still loving your poems every day, by the way :)

    Monday, March 1, 2010 at 6:10 am | Permalink
  2. Alarie Tennille wrote:

    Bravo!

    Monday, March 1, 2010 at 6:47 am | Permalink

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