Day 740, Roger Stone
Now we’ve arrested Roger Stone;
He was arraigned today.
And Roger’s visage fairly shone;
He seems so bright and gay.
A peacock in a flock of foul,
His feathered fan aflame,
Though others facing jail may howl,
To Roger, it’s a game.
He said, “Not guilty,” clear and loud,
When speaking to the judge.
“Lock him up,” chanted by the crowd,
For his life slinging sludge.
Stone led a life of dirty tricks
In dozens of campaigns.
And he’s advised a lot of dicks
And left a lot of stains.
But now, will Roger be a rat
Like he says others are?
Bob Mueller is a clever cat,
Who’s turned the most by far.
Could honor be a rodent trait?
We know their morals reek.
Could just probation be the bait
To make this rodent squeak?
This man with Nixon on his back
Might disenthrone the king.
Though we no longer use the rack,
Might that make Roger sing?