So I had to come in and cool off for a bit from some yard-work (Frigging EVERYTHING grows so fast in Florida and it's hotter than Satan's Taint out there...)

Took a bong rip and sat here sipping on a giant mug of an Arnold Palmer waiting for my spasms to abate and decided to get silly. Things have been too damn serious.

I hope you like my first attempt at something like this and as it's all just off the cuff and I only spent about 10 minutes on it be gentle.

Actually screw gentle, I got a thick skin, let me have it if you want, lol!

I wrote this just because I really needed to amuse myself and blow off some steam and when I was done I figured screw it, may as well clutter up C99P with it and if it happens to amuse one of you all the better.

If anyone else has a silly one please share it and I will check it out when I next come in to cool off.

Peace love and Twinkies!
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And Along Came a Johnson. (AKA my nursery rhyme for the DNC.)

The Clinton's were set, quite comfortable in their plans

Knowing the DNC would place the Presidency in their hands.

And the media of course, would be their willing tool

As they wouldn't want to violate that old Golden Rule

"If you want to keep those lovely all access passes

Keep your lips planted firmly on both Clinton's asses."

The DNC"s Confidence however, would began to unfold

When their plans to court Republicans failed to take hold.

Because their disgust for Hillary was so incredibly great

Far too many refused to walk through that gate.

As things looked ever bleaker and the leaks became vast

Along came a Johnson, one the Republicans could grasp

The conservative voters lined up but not as they planned

Instead of Clinton they were liking the Libertarian man.

So with much woe (And possibily chagrin?)

The DNC's shouted forth, "Let the courting of the Berners begin!"

Many Berners were shocked at the DNC's request

As they had just shat on Berners and many of our best

Our ballots were countered, our votes negated by DNC hands

So of course we rejected their Unity Demands

They wanted us to be terrified of a great orange lout

while forgetting entirely what Berners are about

The Berners declined and replied with a chant:

"We don't need your Warhawk, some Mrs. No We Can't"

You claim you want unity and for us to move past this

But the rift is too wide for many of the masses

And since you burnt down that bridge and pissed on it's ashes.

Allow me to be the first to say, "Kiss our Collective asses!"