Of Donkeys and Elephants
We are gajillions in debt...
From Congressional misuse,
So I'll tell you the story,
And I won't think you obtuse...
about an Elephant and a donkey...
and a house with a dome...
that, oddly enough,
these creatures call home.
But that comes later
In my rhythmic tome.
The Year is Two Thousand and O Ninety Nine
The World has long since past time that was prime
Now, I'll tell you a story of what once did occur
When the Earth was much younger,
Ask those who survived it, I'm sure they'll concur
In the land known as Unim
Our story is set
The land was already, too deeply in debt
For this land that we speak was filled to the brim
With Donkeys and Elephants, whose future was grim
On the River that forms
At the Anacostia Mouth,
a city was formed...
just north of the south.
It's a City that's called home
To shirts that are stuffed...
Some on the right and some on the left
Should be taken and cuffed,
So on the River Potomac
at the mouths
of two roaring rivers,
Anacostia and Connogochegue...
Are the nation's lawgivers...
Those who live in this City
Who call this place home,
Can't even vote
For the occupants of the Dome,
A beautiful city
That blossoms and blooms...
But when Asses meet Pachyderms
The result is pure gloom
As the page would soon turn from an Ace to a Deuce
In Florida Pachyderms were wild and loose
Very convincing were these Beasts of the wild
They sold the Supremes on forty one's child
They needed five judges, all dressed in black
These Judges held grudges, they wanted Washington back.
The Mastodon leader, said all could see
How the Bubbes and Zaydas would all vote for me.
What followed was eight years of war and of blunder
Our nation was near to going asunder
About marriage and bridges,
They feel they should dabble...
But to a frustrated nation
It's all Psychobabble.
Here the men and the women,
Who work in this house,
Are very concerned,
That we have the right spouse,
And in the old house
They know that it's best
For a woman to mother,
A child whose dad
Is also his brother.
So we must remember
When we elect these strange creatures,
That their job description
Is morality preachers.
They meet in the house...
With no money to spare...
giving breaks to big oil...
cause they truly care
“The problem is such,” the leader declared
“That my Daddy had erred, with the despot he spared.”
So for the first time in history, in the Middle East Land
We would be aggressors, on a pile of sand.
As One passed and Two and Three as did Four
I waited for this Pachyderm to be shown to the door
But this slow tired Elephant would outsmart those dumb Mules
Two men cannot marry, no money for schools
It rained in New Orleans, washed out part of the South
Why should they know this, word travels slowly by mouth
So what good could be said at the end of his term
"Nobody found any blue dresses with stains on them from sperm."
The Asses took over in the year of naught eight.
With debt well past twelve zeros, was it already too late
With movements described as quick and adroit.
Action was taken, that would soon save Detroit
One day was found, there in a cave,
our Number one enemy, who wasn't too brave.
Throughout this great land
The Great Mammoth Plotted
To remove voting rights
To those it was allotted
The Supremes were still there
all Sporting White hair.
Some new ones some old
We did what they told.
So when five of these nine
Declared that corps were people
All of the Elephants rushed to thank God in his steeple.
One day a young man, all armed to the nines
Entered a school
Totting evil designs
Now thought the mule, “It’s our time to act.
Not even this Pachyderm, would deny us a pact.”
So the Mule told the nation, “It’s time we admitted,
Not all should have weapons, not those who should be committed.”
But the Elephant noticed its friends in the lobby
“Nobody will take away our good friend’s hobby.”
So a Senator all filled with brimstone and bluster
Lived up to his name, Senator Phil A. Bluster.
Senator Bluster was proud of this tactic.
To him, a score of dead children was anticlimactic.
But as we approached the year of one two
Came two lady elephants, with marbles too few
Oh these two lady Elephants, were smarter than Mules
They'd teach us some history, we never heard in the school
Like the story of Quincy, who at nine years of age
Playing in the schoolyard, was the big rage.
You see while other young men, were all getting their grounding
Adams, the younger, was nation founding.
They'd accept only questions, both balanced and fair.
"Where did you get that dress?" "Who does your hair"
Now the Elephants would use Unim’s new health laws
Admittedly filled with plenty of flaws
As the reason for their new revolution
They yelled and they screamed but never offered solution.
You remember that Land
All covered with sand
If we had ever been welcome, that was worn out
So now we must finally find the best exit route.
It was known from day one, when we entered this land
That our exit would be quite far from grand
For a wise Elephant had once made a prediction
“If you break it you’ve bought it. It’s not our jurisdiction.”
So when we had left
And left it bereft
In land with the sand
Where life wasn’t too grand
The inhabitants felt that what they should do
Is experience a coup.
No sound man would claim, that this old leader of sand
Was less than a tyrant when he took his last stand,
But that wasn’t the reason
Given for this attack
They said the mule was “a treason.”
Not every Elephant has memory intact.
And that poor old donkey, he thought it a joke
But, with these Elephants back in the White House, Unim was broke
So they sold that old white house, to one of their own
And now the Trump White House is what he calls home.
Soon all the restaurants closed down the doors
Followed by gas stations and all other stores.
So where is the spare money?
Surely we should know
It's taken from the old and the schools,
But you get what you pay for
When trusting Elephants and Mules
So now all the businesses were going downstream
All that was left was a truck of ice cream
That's the end of our story, of a nation once grand.
Now you can tell the story of custard''s last stand
We are gajillions in debt...
From Congressional misuse,
So I'll tell you the story,
And I won't think you obtuse...
about an Elephant and a donkey...
and a house with a dome...
that, oddly enough,
these creatures call home.
But that comes later
In my rhythmic tome.
The Year is Two Thousand and O Ninety Nine
The World has long since past time that was prime
Now, I'll tell you a story of what once did occur
When the Earth was much younger,
Ask those who survived it, I'm sure they'll concur
In the land known as Unim
Our story is set
The land was already, too deeply in debt
For this land that we speak was filled to the brim
With Donkeys and Elephants, whose future was grim
On the River that forms
At the Anacostia Mouth,
a city was formed...
just north of the south.
It's a City that's called home
To shirts that are stuffed...
Some on the right and some on the left
Should be taken and cuffed,
So on the River Potomac
at the mouths
of two roaring rivers,
Anacostia and Connogochegue...
Are the nation's lawgivers...
Those who live in this City
Who call this place home,
Can't even vote
For the occupants of the Dome,
A beautiful city
That blossoms and blooms...
But when Asses meet Pachyderms
The result is pure gloom
As the page would soon turn from an Ace to a Deuce
In Florida Pachyderms were wild and loose
Very convincing were these Beasts of the wild
They sold the Supremes on forty one's child
They needed five judges, all dressed in black
These Judges held grudges, they wanted Washington back.
The Mastodon leader, said all could see
How the Bubbes and Zaydas would all vote for me.
What followed was eight years of war and of blunder
Our nation was near to going asunder
About marriage and bridges,
They feel they should dabble...
But to a frustrated nation
It's all Psychobabble.
Here the men and the women,
Who work in this house,
Are very concerned,
That we have the right spouse,
And in the old house
They know that it's best
For a woman to mother,
A child whose dad
Is also his brother.
So we must remember
When we elect these strange creatures,
That their job description
Is morality preachers.
They meet in the house...
With no money to spare...
giving breaks to big oil...
cause they truly care
“The problem is such,” the leader declared
“That my Daddy had erred, with the despot he spared.”
So for the first time in history, in the Middle East Land
We would be aggressors, on a pile of sand.
As One passed and Two and Three as did Four
I waited for this Pachyderm to be shown to the door
But this slow tired Elephant would outsmart those dumb Mules
Two men cannot marry, no money for schools
It rained in New Orleans, washed out part of the South
Why should they know this, word travels slowly by mouth
So what good could be said at the end of his term
"Nobody found any blue dresses with stains on them from sperm."
The Asses took over in the year of naught eight.
With debt well past twelve zeros, was it already too late
With movements described as quick and adroit.
Action was taken, that would soon save Detroit
One day was found, there in a cave,
our Number one enemy, who wasn't too brave.
Throughout this great land
The Great Mammoth Plotted
To remove voting rights
To those it was allotted
The Supremes were still there
all Sporting White hair.
Some new ones some old
We did what they told.
So when five of these nine
Declared that corps were people
All of the Elephants rushed to thank God in his steeple.
One day a young man, all armed to the nines
Entered a school
Totting evil designs
Now thought the mule, “It’s our time to act.
Not even this Pachyderm, would deny us a pact.”
So the Mule told the nation, “It’s time we admitted,
Not all should have weapons, not those who should be committed.”
But the Elephant noticed its friends in the lobby
“Nobody will take away our good friend’s hobby.”
So a Senator all filled with brimstone and bluster
Lived up to his name, Senator Phil A. Bluster.
Senator Bluster was proud of this tactic.
To him, a score of dead children was anticlimactic.
But as we approached the year of one two
Came two lady elephants, with marbles too few
Oh these two lady Elephants, were smarter than Mules
They'd teach us some history, we never heard in the school
Like the story of Quincy, who at nine years of age
Playing in the schoolyard, was the big rage.
You see while other young men, were all getting their grounding
Adams, the younger, was nation founding.
They'd accept only questions, both balanced and fair.
"Where did you get that dress?" "Who does your hair"
Now the Elephants would use Unim’s new health laws
Admittedly filled with plenty of flaws
As the reason for their new revolution
They yelled and they screamed but never offered solution.
You remember that Land
All covered with sand
If we had ever been welcome, that was worn out
So now we must finally find the best exit route.
It was known from day one, when we entered this land
That our exit would be quite far from grand
For a wise Elephant had once made a prediction
“If you break it you’ve bought it. It’s not our jurisdiction.”
So when we had left
And left it bereft
In land with the sand
Where life wasn’t too grand
The inhabitants felt that what they should do
Is experience a coup.
No sound man would claim, that this old leader of sand
Was less than a tyrant when he took his last stand,
But that wasn’t the reason
Given for this attack
They said the mule was “a treason.”
Not every Elephant has memory intact.
And that poor old donkey, he thought it a joke
But, with these Elephants back in the White House, Unim was broke
So they sold that old white house, to one of their own
And now the Trump White House is what he calls home.
Soon all the restaurants closed down the doors
Followed by gas stations and all other stores.
So where is the spare money?
Surely we should know
It's taken from the old and the schools,
But you get what you pay for
When trusting Elephants and Mules
So now all the businesses were going downstream
All that was left was a truck of ice cream
That's the end of our story, of a nation once grand.
Now you can tell the story of custard''s last stand
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