With Chelsea at Stanford all tucked in her quilt, Clinton had visions of incarceration and verdicts of guilt. Mrs. Clinton was in her flannel camoflage nighty and Bill was in just a jock strap. Bill had just settled down to eat his Big Mac.
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise. Bill jumped out of bed so fast he about strangled his boys. Away to the window, he tried to go fast. He would've gone faster, but he has a fat ass.
With the moon falling on the lawn and the snow, It gave veiw to the CIA agents snoozing below. And what to his failing eyesight should appear? A giant sleigh and a keg full of beer.
With an old driver cursing insults so raw, Bill knew in a moment, it must be Rush Limbaugh. More rapid than bullets, his curses they came.
"Now, Chelsea! Now, Bill! Now, Hillary! and Socks too! You, Draft dodger! You, schmuck! You Criminals, you! From the top story of CNN to the headlines of the Post Go away, go away, I hate you the most!"
But up on the front porch, the horde of reporters they grew. All with microphones, and Rush Limbaugh too.
Then in a moment Bill heard a noise from above. He thought, nah...it's just Socks in the litter box burying his stuff. Bill thought of covering himself up, but before he could turn around. Down the White House chimney Rush Limbaugh came, splitting the ground.
He was dressed in his suit from top to bottom. He was covered in soot and smelled of somthing rotten. He even took off his jacket, right off his back. He handed it to Bill and said "Now, cover your sack!"
His eyes how they were wrinkled, his chins he had many. His cheeks were like jowls, his nose was like Benji's. His big mouth was as loud as a huge crow. It squacks when he talks wherever he goes.
He had a big mic which he held in his hand. It was capable of more volume than the desert has sand. He had a fat face and a big huge belly. That farted when he laughed and sure smelled smelly.
He was huge and fat, too big to be a elf. Bill Clinton just laughed, almost wetting himself. He turned off his mic and just cocked his head. Bill knew with no media coverage he had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work. He laughed at his lawsuits and smiled like a jerk. Then laying a finger aside his ass..and giving a fart he flew up with a blast.
He sprung up to his huge sleigh, his camera team he gave a signal. And it's this yell Bill heard as they tore out of sight.
"HAHA! Bill Clinton, I have you on tape and I did it for spite!"