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  •  nah, Charge of the Light Budgeters (5+ / 0-)
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    Smoh, Gorette, Bluefin, ericf, WVUCavalier

    Half a week, Half a week,
    Half a week on
    All in the vail of debt
    rode the morons.
    Forward the Light Budget,
    Charge for the mike, he said;
    Into the vail of Debt,
    Rode the morons.

    Forward the Light Budget,
    Was there a rep dismayed?
    Not one TeaBagger knew,
    Some pundit had blundered.
    There not to vote on by,
    Their's not to reason why.
    Theirs but to vote and die.
    Into the vale of Debt,
    rode the morons.

    Cameras to the right of them,
    Cameras to the left of them,
    Cameras in front of them,
    volleyed and thundered.
    Stormed at with Op-Ed and inkwell,
    Boldly they voted and well
    Into the jaws of debt,
    Over the Homeless vet,
    Rode the Morons.

    Thrashed by Obamacare
    Thrashed by a CR bare,
    Charging a nation,
    while all the world wondered
    Plunged in the debt revoke,
    Right through the pollsters stroke,
    Dems and Pundits,
    laughed with late night jokes
    then they rolled back, but
    Not the morons.

    Cameras to the right of them,
    Cameras to the left of them,
    Cameras in front of them,
    volleyed and thundered.
    Stormed at with Op-Ed and inkwell

    While Boehner and Cantor fell,
    and Cruz spoke on at the well
    those who had no green eggs to sell
    straight into the votes from hell
    All that was left of them,
    left of the morons

    When will their caucus fade,
    O'h the wild charges they made,
    All the world wondered about the
    claims that they made.
    Under the Morons,
    Silly Morons.

    The Charge of the Light Brigade
    Half a league, half a league,
      Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death,
      Rode the six hundred.
    'Forward, the Light Brigade!
    Charge for the guns' he said:
    Into the valley of Death
      Rode the six hundred.

    'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
    Was there a man dismay'd?
    Not tho' the soldiers knew
      Some one had blunder'd:
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs but to do and die:
    Into the valley of Death
      Rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon in front of them
      Volley'd and thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    Boldly they rode and well,
    Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
      Rode the six hundred.

    Flash'd all their sabres bare,
    Flash'd as they turned in air
    Sabring the gunners there,
    Charging an army while
      All the world wonder'd:
    Plunged in the battery-smoke
    Right thro' the line they broke;
    Cossack and Russian
    Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
    Shatter'd and sunder'd.
    Then they rode back, but not
    Not the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon behind them
      Volley'd and thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    While horse and hero fell,
    They that had fought so well
    Came thro' the jaws of Death,
    Back from the mouth of Hell,
    All that was left of them,
      Left of six hundred.

    When can their glory fade?
    O the wild charge they made!
      All the world wonder'd.
    Honour the charge they made!
    Honour the Light Brigade,
      Noble six hundred!

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