Twas the night before Christmas and
throughout the White House,
Al Gore was eyeing Hillary, peering
into her blouse.
The Secret Service were guarding the
premises with care, for a whole host of Democrats were
vacationing there.
Chelsea was nestled all snug in her
bed,
Dirty thoughts swam around Mr.
Kennedy's head. And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy gray
tweed,
Had just fried his brain with some
Mexican weed.
When out in the garden came a
plethora of noise, All drunken and rowdy: 'twas Newt
and the boys!
Bill jumped to the window, and tore
open the sash,
It's a raid boys! he cried, Quick go hide
my stash! The pot in his blood and the moon on
the snow,
Gave a psychedelic haze to the the
objects below.
When what to Bill's frantic eyes should
appear, But a slew of Republicans and a keg of
beer.
With a big House leader, all lively and
fat:
He knew it was Newt, the proponent
of GATT! A viscous as vipers, the Republicans
came.
And Bill recognized them and called
them by name.
Hey Helms, hey Thurmond! hey
Packwood and Hatch! Hey Dole and Pataki, it's time for a
bash!
A collective cheer rose out from the
crowd,
Let's listen to Nugent, and turn it up
loud! Together Dems and Republicans
danced and sang out in cheer.
Screw health care and Haiti, it's time to
drink beer!
When from the chimney, came a big
black cloud of soot, As Limbaugh danced from the
fireplace in a red Santa suit.
He moved through the crowd, then
held up his hand.
And when all was silent, he did a keg
stand. And the crowd raised their cups, as
Newt bowed down it prayer,
And champagne flowed freely, just
like welfare.
As Kennedy and Reno romped in the
Green Room, The rest of the crooks outlined their
plan of doom.
We'll pray in the schools, shove it
down their throats!
More welfare, more taxes, we'll still get
the votes! And they drank, hugged and danced,
and they crossed party lines.
They cheered, It doesn't matter, we're
all ******* swines!
So they threw out allegiance and
partisan crap. And they took turns sitting on the
Presidnet's lap.
And Gephardt and Dole passed out on
the lawn,
And awoke in the morning without
their pants on. And Packwood gave Tipper a pat on
the rear,
While Judge Thomas and Miss Hill went
out for more beer.
Then the party-ers discovered a sight
so touching and cute, President Clinton fast asleep, snuggled
up to Newt.
Santa Limbaugh smiled and threw up
on his boots,
A merry Clinton to all, and to a good
Newt!

@jonson007: lmfao!

At least it had a happy ending.

Lmfao that was funny but as with all things lol were back to reality.....

B-.....was a lil out of date