The Obama and The Pelosi
My apologies to Lewis Carroll

The companies were spending overseas,
Spending with all their might:
They did their very best to make
The autos smooth and bright––
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of a recession.

The people were spending meagerly,
Because they thought the companies
Had got no business to spend there
After the money was gone––
"It's very rude of them," they said,
"To spend like nothings wrong!"

The guns were plentiful as plentiful as could be,
The ammo was cheap and powerful.
You could not see any bans, because
No bans were there to pass:
No bills were passed in congress––
There were no congressmen to pass them.

The Obama and the Pelosi
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of guns:
"If these were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If 61 Senators with 61 bills
Ran it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Obama said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Pelosi,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Sheeple, come and walk with us!"
The Obama did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the American Dream:
We cannot do with more than four (million),
To give a hand to each."

The RINOs looked at him,
But never a word they said:
The Conservatives winked their eye,
And shook their heavy heads––
Meaning to say they did not choose
To leave their comfy-beds.

But many young Sheeple hurried up,
All eager for the honey:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat––
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any money.

Many other Sheeple followed them,
And yet many more;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more––
All hopping through the fairytale dream,
And succumbing to the lore.
The Obama and the Pelosi
Walked on a mile or so,

And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Sheeple stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Obama said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes––and ships––and sealing-wax––
Of cabbages––and kings––
And why the sea is boiling hot––
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Sheeple cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of money,
And all of us are fat!"
"No worries!" said the Pelosi.
They thanked her much for that.
"A bunch of money," the Obama said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Spending and bailouts besides
Are very good indeed––

Now if you're ready, Sheeple dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Sheeple cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Obama said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"

The Pelosi said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf––
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Obama said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"

The Pelosi said nothing but
"The money's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Obama said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Sheeple," said the Pelosi,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none––
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd pillaged every one.