The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Liberalville gang that day.
The polls were looking bad with another state in play.
And after Virginia went GOP, and New Jersey did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the Democrats in the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the political huckster’s breast.
They thought, if only Obama could give the ball a whack,
We’d put even money now, with Obama at the bat.
But Pelosi preceded Obama, as did also Harry Reid.
And the former was a lulu and the latter lame indeed.
So upon the stricken Democrats grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed little chance of Obama’s getting to the bat.
But Pelosi let drive a single to the wonderment of all,
And Reid, the much despised, advanced through sheer unbridled gall.
And when the dust had lifted, and all saw what had occurred,
There was Reid safe at second and Pelosi a-hugging third.
From the mainstream media and MSNBC there arose a lusty yell.
It rumbled through the Congress, it reverberated around The Hill.
It echoed around CNN and recoiled where progressives sat.
For Obama, mighty Obama, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Obama’s manner as he stepped into his place.
There was arrogance in Obama’s bearing and a toothy smile on Obama’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he gave his back a pat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Obama at the bat.
The nation’s eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with glee.
The Democrats applauded when he said, “It’s all about me.”
Then while Republican Scott Brown said he’d make the Senate seat flip,
Defiance gleamed in Obama’s eye, a sneer curled Obama’s lip.
And now Brown’s pitch for lower taxes came hurtling through the air,
And Obama turned his nose up in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the pitch unheeded sped.
“That ain’t my style,” said Obama. “Strike one,” the voters said.
From the Democrats, caught up in disbelief, there went up a mighty roar.
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill them! Kill the voters!” shouted Olbermann in disgust.
But Obama calmed the threat with, “I know I still have their trust.”
With a smile of feel good charity great Obama’s visage shone.
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on.
He signaled to Scott Brown, and a tough-on-terrorists pitch then flew,
But Obama still ignored it, and the voters said, “Strike two.”
“Fraud,” cried the maddened Democrats, and the mainstream media agreed.
But one scornful look from Obama showed he knew he would succeed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they sensed his superior brain.
And they knew that Obama wouldn’t let a pitch go by again.
The smile is gone from Obama’s face, he’s the epitome of pluck.
He says, “Here’s the answer. I’ll criticize Scott Brown’s truck.”
And now Scott Brown has a health care pitch, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Obama’s blow.
Somewhere in Cuba and Venezuela the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing in North Korea and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere Marxists are laughing, and somewhere communists shout.
But there is no joy in Liberalville – mighty Obama has struck out.
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