’Twas the eve of impeachment, when all through the HouseNo Republicans wavered, each last one a louse. The articles were drafted by Democrats with careIn hopes that a conscience would soon bloom there. We pundits were tossing all steamed in our beds,While Trump’s certain acquittal danced in our heads. And there I beheld him, the master of lies,Weaving fresh falsehoods, to no one’s surprise. He savaged the Bidens, he smeared Adam Schiff,And cycled through villains in a furious jiff,

Source: New York Times December 17, 2019 19:52 UTC