Everyone’s having fun at Blago’s expense
Add comment December 17th, 2008
You’re no doubt familiar with the late-night jokes and the Saturday Night Live sketch. It seems there’s no end to people having a laugh thanks to Gov. Rod Blagojevich.
Rick Horowitz, a free-lance columnist out of Milwaukee, puts recent events to song. The last minute or so is about Blagojevich. See/hear it HERE.
Today I received this from Van Morken of Loves Park:
“Merry Illinois Christmas”
Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a politician was talking
Not even the louse
Indictments were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that Fitzgerald
Soon would be there
Illinois’ens were nestled
All snug in their beds
While visions of gallows
Danced in their heads
And momma in her kerchief
And I in my cap
Had just settled our brains
For another cheek’s slap
When out on the lawn
There rose such a clatter
I sprang for the news
To see what was the matter
Away to the window
I flew like a flash
Tore open the paper
And read more political trash
The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the light of midday
To the sordid scene below
When what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
But a washed up governor
Showing no fear
A narcissist ole pol
So belligerent and quick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Slick
More rapid than eagles
His contractors they came
He whistled and shouted
And called them by name
Now Graft, now Grant,
Now Trade and Tricksin
On Power on Payoff
on Favor and Fixin
To the top of the highway
To the top of the wall
Now run away, hide away
Dash away all
As day crooks that before
The wild judges fly
When they meet with a jury
They mount to the sky
So up to the State House
The buddies they few
With a sleigh full of dollars
And St. Slick too
And then in a twinkling
I heard on the news
The betrayed peoples outrage
And their collective boos
As I drew in my head
And was turning around
Slithering down the chimney
Slick came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur
From his head to his foot
Reputation tarnished
And covered in soot
As bundle of cash
He had fling on his back
And he looked like a burglar
Just opening his pack
The stump of a life
He held tight in his teeth
And his hair it encircled
His head like a wreath
He had a flat face
And a little round belly
That shook when he lied
Like a bowl full of jelly
He was arrogant and selfish
A real joyless elf
And I cried when I saw him
In spite of myself
A wink of his eye
And twist of his head
Soon gave me to know
I had everything to dread
He spoke not a word
But went straight to his work
Filled up his stocking
And proved himself a jerk
And laying his finger
In the middle of his hand
Flashing it towards me
Said I’ll never be canned
He sprang to his sleigh
To his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim
‘ere he drove out of sight
Madigan and Madigan
We’ll have a good fight
