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	<title>Comments on: Hilarious Hillary Poem Chapter Three</title>
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	<description>Original Political Poetry</description>
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		<title>By: A Barrowman</title>
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		<dc:creator>A Barrowman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 05:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah! Beware the dreaded Jabberwocky.
Sadly, Hillary did not take heed.
Had she divorced and kicked the butt of Sir William she would have gained great credibility. Her failure to act exposes a political ambition that makes us very nervous.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah! Beware the dreaded Jabberwocky.<br />
Sadly, Hillary did not take heed.<br />
Had she divorced and kicked the butt of Sir William she would have gained great credibility. Her failure to act exposes a political ambition that makes us very nervous.</p>
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		<title>By: thejabberwocky</title>
		<link>http://thejabberwocky.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/hilarious-hillary-poem-chapter-three/#comment-146</link>
		<dc:creator>thejabberwocky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:54:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very funny. Your son obviously has ability with rhyme and meter. He should develop it and become an epic poet like me! 

-The Author</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very funny. Your son obviously has ability with rhyme and meter. He should develop it and become an epic poet like me! </p>
<p>-The Author</p>
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		<title>By: MartaK-FL</title>
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		<dc:creator>MartaK-FL</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 15:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my 14 yr old son&#039;s contribution to the POlitical Muse (set to Twsa The Night Before Christmas):
Twas the night post-Inauguration, when all through the White House

Every creature sighed relief, to soon be rid of Bush Louse;

  
The wire taps were hung by the chimney with care,

So future generations could finally clear the air;

  
The soldiers were nestled all snug in their cots,

While visions of homecoming would soon be their lot;

Obama in his kerchief and Michelle in her cap,

Had just nestled in for the Presidential Family nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a shriek,

Obama sprang from his bed to see an abominable freak.

Away to Security he flew like a flash,

Tore open the door, and with skinny legs dashed.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave a frightening sight of the horror below,

When what to his incredulous eyes should appear,

But Hillary Clinton with lobbyists, and spears!

With an angry Old Hubby, so gouty and thick,

He knew in a flash it was Willy The Slick.

More rapid than her lies, their lapdogs they came,

And they snarled, and beat them, and called them by name;

Now Boxer! Now Bosley! Now Bradley and Easely!

On Gephardt! On Feinstein! On Rendell and Berkley!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now steal away, steal away, steal away all!

As hypocrisy before the lame journalists fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, grow to a lie,

So up to the White House, the delegates they flew,

With a cache full of PAC&#039;s and Hillary too.

  
And then, in a twinkling he heard on the roof

The scratching, and gnashing of each little sleuth.

As he drew in his hand to avoid being bitten

Down the chimney came Hill(ary), and man was she Bitchin!

She was dressed all in yellow, from her head to her toe,

And her clothes shined neon with a sickening glow.

  
A bevy of Senators she had flung in her bag,

And they screamed and kicked, &quot;put us down you old Hag!&quot;

Her eyes, how they glowered, her teeth they did gnash!

Kiki McClean beat them back with a lash!

Her back-stabbing mouth was drawn up in a sneer,

And there was an aroma of whiskey and beer.

  
The stumps of her foes, she held in her teeth

She severed and grinded their bones like a beast;

She had a broad ass and a ginormous belly

But don&#039;t poke fun, or she&#039;ll turn you to jelly!

She was spiteful and snide, a right nasty old cow,

No wonder she lost! Obama&#039;s President now!

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

warned to be careful or else to be dead.

She whispered some words, from behind a man perked

Oh look, it&#039;s her husband, Bill Clinton, that jerk.

Up to his lips, the doobie, it rose

And he DID inhale, you foolish Bozo!

Down Penn Ave they did scamper, no more to be heard,

Michelle and Barack were rid of the bird.

  
I heard her exclaim, as she fled from the press

God Damnit, Bill! TAKE OFF THAT BLUE DRESS!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my 14 yr old son&#8217;s contribution to the POlitical Muse (set to Twsa The Night Before Christmas):<br />
Twas the night post-Inauguration, when all through the White House</p>
<p>Every creature sighed relief, to soon be rid of Bush Louse;</p>
<p>The wire taps were hung by the chimney with care,</p>
<p>So future generations could finally clear the air;</p>
<p>The soldiers were nestled all snug in their cots,</p>
<p>While visions of homecoming would soon be their lot;</p>
<p>Obama in his kerchief and Michelle in her cap,</p>
<p>Had just nestled in for the Presidential Family nap,</p>
<p>When out on the lawn there arose such a shriek,</p>
<p>Obama sprang from his bed to see an abominable freak.</p>
<p>Away to Security he flew like a flash,</p>
<p>Tore open the door, and with skinny legs dashed.</p>
<p>The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow</p>
<p>Gave a frightening sight of the horror below,</p>
<p>When what to his incredulous eyes should appear,</p>
<p>But Hillary Clinton with lobbyists, and spears!</p>
<p>With an angry Old Hubby, so gouty and thick,</p>
<p>He knew in a flash it was Willy The Slick.</p>
<p>More rapid than her lies, their lapdogs they came,</p>
<p>And they snarled, and beat them, and called them by name;</p>
<p>Now Boxer! Now Bosley! Now Bradley and Easely!</p>
<p>On Gephardt! On Feinstein! On Rendell and Berkley!</p>
<p>To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!</p>
<p>Now steal away, steal away, steal away all!</p>
<p>As hypocrisy before the lame journalists fly,</p>
<p>When they meet with an obstacle, grow to a lie,</p>
<p>So up to the White House, the delegates they flew,</p>
<p>With a cache full of PAC&#8217;s and Hillary too.</p>
<p>And then, in a twinkling he heard on the roof</p>
<p>The scratching, and gnashing of each little sleuth.</p>
<p>As he drew in his hand to avoid being bitten</p>
<p>Down the chimney came Hill(ary), and man was she Bitchin!</p>
<p>She was dressed all in yellow, from her head to her toe,</p>
<p>And her clothes shined neon with a sickening glow.</p>
<p>A bevy of Senators she had flung in her bag,</p>
<p>And they screamed and kicked, &#8220;put us down you old Hag!&#8221;</p>
<p>Her eyes, how they glowered, her teeth they did gnash!</p>
<p>Kiki McClean beat them back with a lash!</p>
<p>Her back-stabbing mouth was drawn up in a sneer,</p>
<p>And there was an aroma of whiskey and beer.</p>
<p>The stumps of her foes, she held in her teeth</p>
<p>She severed and grinded their bones like a beast;</p>
<p>She had a broad ass and a ginormous belly</p>
<p>But don&#8217;t poke fun, or she&#8217;ll turn you to jelly!</p>
<p>She was spiteful and snide, a right nasty old cow,</p>
<p>No wonder she lost! Obama&#8217;s President now!</p>
<p>A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,</p>
<p>warned to be careful or else to be dead.</p>
<p>She whispered some words, from behind a man perked</p>
<p>Oh look, it&#8217;s her husband, Bill Clinton, that jerk.</p>
<p>Up to his lips, the doobie, it rose</p>
<p>And he DID inhale, you foolish Bozo!</p>
<p>Down Penn Ave they did scamper, no more to be heard,</p>
<p>Michelle and Barack were rid of the bird.</p>
<p>I heard her exclaim, as she fled from the press</p>
<p>God Damnit, Bill! TAKE OFF THAT BLUE DRESS!!</p>
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