Musings on Mueller's Eve

'Twas the night before Mueller, and all through the House
Not a member there who was not conferring, even Nancy the mouse
The questions were considered with all due care,
In hopes that Mueller would soon be there
The report they all should have reads
Had now to be crammed into their heads
And Nadler pacing, and Schiff with his thinking cap
Had just settled in to handle all the Republican crap
When out on the White House lawn there arose such a clatter
And they sprang to their Twitter to see what was the matter
Away to the toilet his little fingers the keys he did mash
And tore out the country's soul with his infantile trash
Schiff threw open a window. looked up, and saw the waning moon
Giving a glow of pale yellow, the dawn it could not come too soon
When, what to his wandering eye should appear,
But an Uber, with the Squad that the Twitterer did fear
Led by a young woman, so lively to see,
Schiff knew in a flash that it must be AOC
"Now, Rashida!  Now Ayanna!  Now Ilan and more!
On, Adam!  On, Jerry!  On all who defend truth's shore!
To the top of the Hill!  To the top of the hearing room!
Now dash away all!  We do not need to stay in gloom!"
So into the House they flew
With a sack full of questions - and AOC too:
And they crammed all the night
Brainstorming whatever could make this right
As they drew in their questions and turned around,
Down the hallway came Mueller with a bound.
A bundle of hope was flung on his back,
And he looked like he been through a lot of flack.
"Will you answer our questions, or will be like Yoda,
A mystical Buddha with nothing but code-a?"
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Made them think they maybe might not have anything to dread.
He said not a word but went straight to his work,
Making each there feeling a bit like a jerk.
He sprung to his limo, and bid all adieu
Leaving them lost as to what they should do
But they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

"Just read the report!  For God's sake, could I lay it out any plainer???"



I know not what tomorrow brings.
But I fear nothing will sink into the Trumpeteers.  Nothing.
"Twas the night before the Mueller hearing,
And into my heart, fear is searing.

God help us all.