This day is call'd the Feast of Dubya's Election
We who outlived this day and came safe home
Will stand a tip—toe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Dubya
He that lived this day and shall see old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say, 'These hands pulled the lever on Dubya's Day.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forget
But he'll remember with advantages what feats he did that day.
Then shall these names, familiar in his mouth as household words:
Bush, Cheyney, Rove, 'Buckhead' the Freeper, O'Neill and Swift Vets all,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Dubya's Day shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the Republic,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers true.
For on Dubya's Day, he that shed his blood with me
Shall be my brother;
Be he ne'er so vile, this Day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlefolk in Blue States now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not there.
And hold their citizenship cheap while any speaks—
That fought with us upon Dubya's Election Day.

William A. Henslee   11 16 04