'Twas the Eve of State Health Care

With non-festive apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.

‘Twas the eve of state health care, and all through the House

The bill was unread, even by the head louse.

The statists hung 'round with a faux-festive air,

Hoping their awful "dream" would indeed soon be there.

The USA's children were snug in their beds,

Unaware of the pain being laid on their heads.

Everyday people opposed to this crap,

Wondered when or if D.C.'s hypnosis would snap.

When out from O's House there arose such a clatter,

'Twas the President's flacks and their usual chatter.

They showed docs in white coats supporting this trash,

Using children as props as they threw around cash.

The Speaker stood forth for her part in the show,

"It will be when we pass it that you'll get to know,

The wonders we're bringing that statists will cheer,

Creating more wards who'll elect us for years."

They were led by a punk, not so lively or slick,

Who knew that to pass it the thing must go quick.

For this speed the protests and polls were to blame,

So he called out supporters and hailed them by name:

“Axelrod, Zeke the Bleak,

Plouffe and Michelle!

Pelosi and Reid,

Now unleash health care hell!

Take the world's best system,

Reorder it all.

Stop doc-patient decisions.

Now we'll make them all."