|Gov. Rick Scott|
Tampa, (Fl) --- Every Trailer Park Trash in Florida Liked Christmas;
But the Scott,
Who lived just North of Kissimme-Villa,
Rick hated Christmas.! The whole Christmas season.!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be the false promises, and the Tea Party,
It could be, perhaps, the patrons that bought his way to the Big House,
But I think that them most likely reason of all,
May have been that his brain was four sizes too small.
Whatever the reason,
His brain or his suit,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the any of the Jews,
Staring down from his mansion with an angry, Grinchy frown.
At the warm lighted fire by the bonfire below town,
For he knew every Pimp and Whore who were singing Christmas Carols on the Streets Down Below,
Was full now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their guns.!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas.! It's practically here.!"
Then he growled, when he saw the Wal-Mart near the East of Gainsville.
"I must find a way to keep Christmas from coming.!"
"Maybe I can promise them jobs and they will buy stuff that THEY CAN'T afford."
For, tomorrow, he knew..
... All the whores and pimps,
Would wake up bright and early, after the effects of the booze and their sex toys had faded.!
And then.! Oh, the budget cut, Oh, the budget cut, and the jobs he promised that would came.!
The pimps and whores, young and old, would sit down on a test clinic that it was going to be close.
And they scream,! And they'd scream.!
While walking to the Soup Kitchen that was East on 56th Street.
They would start on Bitch-Pudding, and some rare Pop Corn Chicken from Sweetbay and more.
Was was something the Scott couldn't stand in the least.!
To see easy women and all the chicken he could devour,
They'd do something he liked least of all.!
Every Floridian vote Democrat,
the tall and the small,
even the big fat ones, who couldn't move because their scooters went bad,
Would stand close together, with their ballots cards near,
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And they Scott started to cry,
Would stand close together, with Protest bells ringing.
they'd scream, And they'd scream.!
AND they'd weren't HEARD.! HEARD.! HEARD.! HEARD.!
And the more the Rick Scott thought of the Pimp-Christmas-Protest-Song,
The more the Scott thought, "I must stop this whole charade.!"
"Why for four more years, I've put up with now.!"
I MUST stop impeachment from coming.!
and not even on the Holidays.!
"... But HOW.?"
Then he got an idea.!
Blame it on the gays,
An Awful idea,
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA.!
"I know just what to do.!" The Scott Laughed his coke down in his throat,
and he made a quick decision to blame the Gay, Lesbians and every person who was brown,
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick.!"
he placed his his best suit and asked someone to write his best deliverance.