To: Vitas who wrote (8332 ) 4/2/2004 8:21:30 PM From: longnshort Respond to of 173976 The Wreck Of the John F’n Kerry The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot Parody by LonePalm The legend lives on from the Kennedys on down Of the island they called ‘Chappaquiddick' The voters it’s said, never vote for the dead When the Polls of November turn gloomy. With baggage galore, some twenty-six hundred votes more Than the John F’n Kerry cast rightly. His candidacy too was a bone to be chewed When the Polls of November came early. This hack was the pride of the Democrat side Sounding like some rich twit from South Boston. As the big pant loads go, he is bigger than most But not quite as big as ole Teddy. He was headed down hill when he took a bad spill But he blamed it on the Secret Service. And later that night when the cell phone rang Could it be that Bill Clinton was callin'? His words through the wires were a sickening sound “You need a VP with some standing.” And every man knew, and the candidate too, T’was the witch of the Senate come stealin’. The dawning came late and the campaign had to wait When the Polls of November came slashin'. With summer’s hot blast there was a shortage of cash In the face of a popular George Bush. Convention time came, the Rat pack came on stage, sayin', “Johnny, we’re right here behind ya.” On October 9 WMDs were found, they said “Johnny, it's been good t'know ya.” Then MoveOn wired in they had voters comin' in But the party and John were in peril. On election night when his hopes sank outta sight Came the wreck of the John F’n Kerry. Does any one know where the voters all go When your ads turn the minutes to hours? With a positive push by Cheney and Bush Rove had put fifteen more states behind them. Dems have to split up or they might just downsize; They all may turn Green and vote Nader. And all that remains is the faces and the claims Of the unions, the gays and the squatters. Democrats sulk; Republicans sing And Dubya’s judges soon will be confirmed. Old Hillary steams while she plots and schemes; She can’t wait for ’08 to get here. And farther below DU still blows They whine and throw fits in their despair, FreeRepublic will host as the FReepers all post With the Polls of November remembered. In a musty old hall in the District they whined, At the Democrat National Committee. A tinny bell chimed till it rang two or three times For each state won by John F’n Kerry. The legend lives on from the Chappaqua on down Of the cold fish they call 'Bitchy Gloomy.' Hillary, they said, never gives up for dead When the Polls of November come early! freerepublic.com