‘Twas the Week Before Christmas
By Michael O’Neill (apologies to Clement C Moore)
‘Twas just a week before Christmas, when all ‘round the world
The “year is finally over’ banners were unfurled.
The forecasters were hung from the chimney without grump
For the sin of being wrong on Brexit and Trump
The democrats and Hillary were snug in their beds
While visions of failure danced in their heads
Mrs. Clinton in her kerchief did not want the rap
For losing to Trump and all of his crap
Then out on her desk there rose such a clatter
Hillary sprang from her bed to see what was the matter
Away to the PC she flew like a flash
Was someone depositing another pile of cash?
The numbers on the spreadsheet of the Clinton Foundation
Gave a luster of mid-day to an expensive vacation.
But then what to her wondering eyes did appear
But an image of Dobby the Elf with a sneer
With a smug look on his face as the picture booted-in
She knew in a moment is was Vladimir Putin
More rapid than eagles his hackers they came
Now, Demyan, now Dima, now Petya, and Balendame
On Cadmael! On Casmir!. On Dolphus and Blazoo
Hack Facebook, hack Twitter and hack the Democrat site too
And then in a twinkling she knew she had proof
She had to tell it to the world, she would cry from the roof.
As she lifted her head and was turning around
The PC starting chirping, making a really odd sound
Then she saw Putin dressed in fur to his boot
Millions of papers spilling out of his suit
And the taste of bile rose surged to her palate
The papers were marked Hillary, each paper a ballot
She knew she’d been robbed and she knew not to linger
But Putin just smiled and gave her the finger
Then he put on a hat and she got a blinding migraine
For the words on the front said “make America great Again.
The PC screen turned blue the evidence vanished from sight
And from the speakers she heard, Merry Christmas and Good night,