Original verse by Hilaire Belloc
Here, richly, with ridiculous display
The Politician’s corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
The Barney Frank Edition
While some may laugh and others sing
And howl with excitement,
The news does me no pleasure bring:
I’d hoped for his indictment.
But even so I’ll miss the lad
Who frequently provided
The perfect picture of a cad
That ought to be derided.
He railed at Wall Street’s foul play,
But never could recover
The money lost at Fannie Mae
By his connected lover.
There was romance now and again
For pay at his apartment,
But Barney blamed his lover when
They came for his impartment.
Though he could make a mess of things,
Like pandering to squatters,
I fear what his replacement brings:
Its name is Maxine Waters.