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Thursday, 31 October 2013

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Inspired by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the Karl Rove
Did tremble and tire in his soul;
All flimsy were the borogoves,
And the GOP o'er ruled.

"Beware the Trumpen Bird, my son
The jaws that bite, the mouth that spits!
Beware the Trumpen Bird, and shun
That frumious piece of shit!"

Rove took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the loudmouthed foe he sought--
So rested he by the cherry tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in puffish thought he stood,
The Trumpen Bird, with eyes aflame,
Came whiffling through the scorched-earth wood,
And blubbered as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
Rove's vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left Trump dead, and with his head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Trumpen Bird?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day for the GOP!"
Romney chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the Karl Rove
Did tremble and tire in his soul;
All flimsy were the borogoves,
And the GOP o'er ruled.

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