I'll always remember our first Fitzmas together.
We should have annual Fitzmas specials and poems and stuff.
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T'was the night before Fitmas and all through the DUmp
Not a creature was stirring not even the Las Vegas Lump
All the articles were posted, in the GD forum with care
In the hopes an indictment, soon would be there
The moonbats had snuggled, up with their bongs
With dreams of marching in Berkley, marching in throngs
My partner in his/her/it's kerchief, and I in my cap
Were discussing which one had given, the other The Clap
When Pitt fell from his barstool with o' such a clatter
I dropped my government check to see what was the matter
Wee Willie Winky was shouting, shouting with glee,
"The Rove! The Rove! Rove is done and we shall all soon be free!"
I asked him to say how, and I asked him to say when.
"It doesn't matter! It's ten dollars you must send!"
Was this a scam or was it some cruel ruse?
"No, no good friend. I just need me some more booze!"
"What of the indictment?" I asked beginning to sour.
He replied, "in 24...er...but that would be by the business hour."
The hours came and the hours went.
My hopes were dashed, crashed, crushed and just spent.
So I went back to bed, once again Bush's slave
The turned to my partner and said, "One of us needs to shave."