From The New York Times: ’Twas the Eve of Impeachment
Berry Craig
By FRANK BRUNI
Finding verse in this curse
’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the House
No Republicans wavered, each last one a louse.
The articles were drafted by Democrats with care
In hopes that a conscience would soon bloom there.
We pundits were tossing all steamed in our beds,
While Trump’s certain acquittal danced in our heads.