From The New York Times: ’Twas the Eve of Impeachment
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.