Thursday, January 10, 2008

The Jack-in-the-Box

                       THE JACK-IN-THE-BOX

 

The patient had been sinking fast.

The doctor shook his head.

Some fresh air was requested as

He wheezed away in bed.

 

They gave him some New England air;

The change was a surprise.

The patient bounced right out of bed

To blink his merry eyes.

 

"I've beat Mitt Romney, that's for sure!

And Michigan I'll gain!"

He said with an heroic grin

"or I'm not John McCain!"

 

"Delusional" the doctor said

"The patient must have rest.

He's old and frail and smells somewhat

Of moss and sparrow's nest."

 

"Ha! Ha!" McCain yells out in glee.

"I am no longer ill."

The doctor stroked his beard and said

"How will you pay your bill?"

At this McCain looked sly and wise.

He asked for his wool coat:

"Just send the bill to Washington

and don't forget to vote!"

 

Then up he bounced and out he went

As nimbly as a flea

To laugh and sing and dance upon

The grave of Huckabee.

 

While looking for the gravesite he

Came across a pollster

Who said "I see that you've been low –

Your points I shall bolster."

 

He waved his magic pollster wand

And right before their eyes

His popularity increased

To a gigantic size.

 

"My fee for this good deed I did

will be quite small" he says.

But John McCain runs off too fast:

"Bill me when I am Prez!"

 

McCain pulled up to rest beside

A spacious leafy tree

And out did pop an adman who

Said "Get publicity!"

 

The candidate sat back and watched

The adman do his stuff,

Turning him into a jewel

From just a zircon rough.

 

"Voila!" the adman cried with pride.

"The whole world knows your face.

Now if you'll pay –" but 'twas too late,

For off McCain did race.

 

"Why do these folk think I am rich?"

he asked himself aloud.

But just then he did spot nearby

A large and waiting crowd.

 

"If only I could give a speech"

our poor McCain did sob,

"but I don't have a thing to say

to this unfriendly mob."

 

"Fear not!" a writer sang out clear.

"I'll write for you a speech

that makes them trust you as a friend

and for their wallets reach."

 

He wrote it fast, he wrote it clean.

McCain read it with dash

And all the foolish people gave

Him tons of ready cash.

 

But when the writer asked for coin

To cover his carfare

He looked in vain to find McCain,

Vanished into thin air.

 

At last Convention time did come

And creditors galore

Were looking for McCain so they

Could give him some what-for.

 

But cornered, he did not repent

Or pay them his arrears.

Instead he asked them for a loan . . .

To run in four more years.

 

So let this be a lesson to

All voters in the land:

A politician has no shame

When he holds out his hand.



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