Farewell, Rove?

Karl Rove has gone, but not for long.

He shall pay. Though he did no wrong.

The jackals are slavering, licking their chops.

To get their teeth into this fearsome Cyclops.


Executive privilege cannot now save him.

The claws of Chuck Schummer reach out to enslave him.

“Catch him quick.  Don’t let him run for cover.

We’ll get him for something, though we’ve yet to discover


A problem.  The judge fudge did not stick.

The Plame Game didn’t do the trick.

But we won’t give up.  We’ll never despair.

Just deliver him into our waiting lair.