Elephant Walk, Donkey Serenade, and the Independent Counsel Act (ICA)

Wee Kenny Catch-em went into the town;
Uptown, downtown, and forthwith all
around,
Bound by the ICA. No El’phant grinned
To see him, when first he hit solid ground.

Gonna catch tricky Dick? then he bet them
And all the Donkeys said: “go on; get ‘em.”
Fade to some twenty-six cycles o’ bright
Sun,
Hence few Donkeys in town see any fun
In the current catch-em cowboy, smiling
Into coffee cups; he spies a touch of lying
Where-ever it may be; and if he’s not
All that sure, he’ll indite ‘em any-weeeeeeeee!

Now Donkeys grouse; that Catch-em’s judg-
ment reeks;
His sex-life obvously must need peeks
To get up for Congressional stories
‘Cause every Tom, Dick, and Henre glories

In making slick Willie pay, and pay today.
He’ll pay, as peeping Tom DeLay screeched
Or we’ll huff, and we’ll puff, and we’ll blow
the House Down!
Kenny caught him; the House impeached

Then walked Senate-wise with friends of
Henre
Giving them the fruits of their ICA.
They gave it them with motives pernicious
In hopes that LAW might prove as auspi-
cious.

It didn’t, but that’s another tall tale
To tell. June-wise, these same Congress’nal
snits
Cudgeled their wits; must each gust in a male
President’s inclination need a Catch-em’s

Investigation? Or should ICA
Find it’s own way out of the public’s ken?
“Cause Ken Catch-em’s fun
has undone the trust
Of people, for whom Willie’s immodest lust

Was just a private affair. Why then care?
Must we sport RULES for Presidential
Fools enough to touch a Monica’s … wits?
Or are there other alternative writs?

Sure, I say! just look across to Britain.

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