Twas the day after gassing, when throughout the White House
No one’s courage was showing, not as big as a mouse; The Nobel was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a second soon would be there;
The Syrians were nestled all snug in their graves, While the President dithered and ranted and raved. And Kerry in a lather, Hagel a bind, Both wondered if it were time to resign.
When from the West Wing there arose such a clatter, That the President’s aides all had to scatter. Away to the UN they flew like a flash, Away to the Congress, permission to ask.
