Twas the Eve of Impeachment

By Blake Sorensen

Twas the Eve of Impeachment, and all through the land,
the media was stirring, for the vote was all planned;
The cameras were placed, in the alcoves with care,
in the hopes that Bob Livingston soon would be there;
The Reps were all lobbied by the President's feds,
While visions of poll results danced in their heads;
And my roommate in his office, and I in my room,
Had just settled to watch Clinton's impending doom.
When on CNN there arose such a clatter,
I flipped on the TV to see what was the matter.

Away to the news, I flipped like a flash,
Turned up the volume and started to thrash;
The green of the lens for the night blanketed sand,
Blurred the impact of bombs dropped on Clinton's command;
When what to my channel surfing eyes did appear,
But a B-52 bomber, not at all like a Lear;
Ordered out by a man, facing the end of his term,
Whose moral authority could not be called firm.

More rapid than eagles, the cameras they came,
and the White House Press Secretary called the reporters by name;
Now Jennings! now, Brokaw! now Geraldo and Shaw!
Come Koppel and Kilbourne, Come one and come all!
To the UN Sec. Council; to the Brits' Tony Blair,
Now ask away! Ask Away! Put the news on the air!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
The rumors did start, although most just asked 'why'?
Why now does the president feel he must act?
Does it have to do with the trust that he lacked?

And then before people could run with that ball,
The next jolt of news - the bombs started to fall;
As I called up my friends and was spreading the news,
We first saw the British, and heard all their views;

Blair was dressed in a suit, and in front of the door,
Where Churchill and Thatcher had addressed us before;

He told us the reasons he went along with our Bill,
And that Saddam's days were numbered, no more weapons to mill;
More speculation followed, the press had to fill time,
>From Rush to Matt Drudge, they were all in their prime.
Then finally the show came to the main event,
There he was, looking somber, the U.S. President;
We must not give him time to hide from our attack,
so I ordered the strike to knock him flat on his back;
We will take out his plants, and oil refineries, too,
He has tried us too many times, as you knew.

He was somber and calm, the picture of poise,
with a speech written to calm the rumors and noise;
And the Congress stood with him, for the moment at least,
saying tomorrow would not be the day to impeach;
It would prove to be naught be a short term reprieve,
But delayed a few days at least, his time to leave;
Most in the Capitol stood by the White House,
though some, like Trent Lott, thought he still was a louse.

The spokesmen ran to the talk shows, to try and explain
>From Al Gore to Albright, they all blamed Hussein;
But the interesting part's what the Prez didn't tell:
"From Saddam to the Congress, You can all go to Hell!"