Between Barack and a Hard Place
“Into the Valley of Death, rode the two Clintons”
The Charge of the Clinton Brigade … and Obama’s Victory
I
Clintons to the right of him,
Clintons to the left of him,
Clintons behind him
Barack watched his back.
They storm’d him with shot and shell,
While preachers and pastors fell,
Proof that he fought so well
He escaped thro’ the jaws of Bill,
And threw Hillary asunder,
All that was left of them,
Left of the Clintons.
II
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an Chomping, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the back room smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Hillary and President Bill
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they turned tail and ran, but not …
Not the same Clintons.
III
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Narcissist Brigade,
The Noblesse Oblige Clintons!
Into the Valley of Death, rode the two Clintons.
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