Twas The Night Before Clinton
Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the White House, Al Gore was eyeing Hillary, peering into her blouse.
The Secret Service were guarding the premises with care, for a whole host of Democrats were vacationing there.
As Chelsea was nestled all snug in her bed, dirty thoughts swam around Mr. Kennedy's head.
And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy gray tweed, had just fried his brain with some Mexican weed.