One Sniff, Two Sniffs, Old Cliff, New Cliff: A Poem

One Sniff, Two Sniffs, Old Cliff, New Cliff

In the talks Speaker Boehner was having a fit,
I don’t like this at all, not one little bit
He said as he sat like a lump on the couch
I’ll show you who’s boss said the grumpy old grouch

I’ll get Harry Reid if it’s the last thing I do
I’ll get Eric Cantor and old Mitchie too
I’ll make them all rue the day they were born
He said with a scowl full of unbridled scorn,

I did my best and the thanks that I get
Is a bookie in Vegas who kept taking bets
That I’d quit by Friday at five on the dot
So that Cantor could quickly jump into my spot.

Forget it he said. I’m not a quitter
As he pulled out his phone and shot Harry a Twitter
“Look Harry, I’m sorry, do we have a deal?”
And Harry wrote back “WTF? U still here?”

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