Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper is in such a state of high concern over the Repub’s inability to select a speaker of the house that he has been driven to barroom poetry:
Me thinks that we will never see
Speaker of the House fall from a tree.
One who plainly has the guts.
To admit being just one of the nuts.
There’s crazy candidates galore,
Crooks and fakers all over the floor.
It’s not a job that makes any sense
It calls for someone dumb and dense.
But somebody has to wield the gavel.
Or we watch the government unravel.
Is there somewhere a woman or man
With the audacity to say, “I can! I can!”
Step up, new speaker and do the jobs:
Of banging the gavel and dealing with slobs.
The experience will certify you
As over-qualified to run a big zoo,
A better position than the one you’re in,
Easier cage cleanup and more intelligent din.