Night Before Christmas In Bidenville

Blogger’s note: Today there’s no carol, just a fresh take on a classic Christmas poem.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through land,

people were living their hat in their hand.

Prices were rising and paychecks were shrinking.

And this meant the folks, they were taking to drinking.

The libs they were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of socialism danced in their heads.

And we on the right, we were gaining resolve,

Though Biden’s a problem, ’tis one we could solve.

The man has gone senile and lost all his senses,

Evidence includes him downing our fences.

Jabbing us often with the latest vaccine,

Was among Biden’s goals, with this most obscene.

If only he’d go back to sniffing girls’ hair,

Get out of the office and back to his lair.

Or brag of his exploits with much exaggeration,

Instead of more dabbling in vote exploitation.

The man’s lapdog media, it does fawn o’er his mumblings,

Leaving the sane alone with their grumblings.

This is the man who did claim to beat Trump,

But faith in that tale brands believers as chumps.

It ’tis much more like it, that the election was stolen,

Rules fell like tenpins when a good one is bowlin’.

And here now we’re facing a U.S. demise,

Due to fools and their misdeeds; commies and lies.

But hope springs eternal in the breasts of the faithful.

Anyone but Biden would prove to be helpful.

The man is a train wreck of Botox and facelifts.

His transplanted hair is both mismatched and misfit.

His handlers would brand him as Old Uncle Joe,

But only the brain dead would buy all that snow.

Biden, it’s clear, is no jolly, old elf.

But rather a loser quite fond of himself.

His ego is massive, his awareness quite tiny;

His wife is a shill, his VP quite whiny.

In just a few years, they all should be out,

Left to lament and do the Hillary pout.

‘Cause it just has to be that a nation like ours,

will fail to elect more fools, boors and liars.

And now we can dream of the day they all leave,

A time we will welcome and leftists bereave.

We will hear them exclaim as they flee Old D.C.,

Whoever replaced us must be better than we!