LETTERS: AND NOW THE WHITE HOUSE VERSION

To the editor:

'Twas the days before Christmas and in the White House

All the lawyers were stirring to defend the boss.

The depos were hung on the mantel with care

For all the spinmeister attorneys to share.

Buddy and Socks were asleep in their beds,

While trays of contributions raced by in their heads.

And Hill in her nightie and Bill with his cap

Had just settled down after one of their flaps.

Out on the lawn there was a terrible whir

Of the ever-present 'copter beginning to stir.

Its doors were open as if to say,

"I'll whisk you away on impeachment day."

And circling above in Air Force Two

Was VP Al wishing Bill would skiddoo.

On his normal stone face was an evil grin

Brought on by Bill's impeachable sin.

Bill's congressional buddies were full of gloom,

For the lawyers had told them of the impending doom

Of charges pending to the full House were sending,

Revealing that poor Bill's term may be ending.

Bill called to his buddies, calling all by name,

To help him cover his apos and shame.

Now Frank, Gephardt, Carville and Lee.

Up Schumer, Conyers, Craig, Wexler. Help me.

But alas all their cover was for naught,

Four our country realized old Bill had been caught.

Soon the perpetrator will be brought to the bar

Through the drive and good graces of a judge names Starr.

To all good people who tend to be worried:

Our country will survive and will not be buried.

Worse things have happened in our illustrious past.

The future will be bright, and new lots will be cast.

So back to the White House where the 'copter awaits.

Two figures are seen scurrying through the gates.

They board the machine and are soon out of sight,

Making our Christmas more merry and our future more bright.

W.E. (BILL) ENGEL

Jackson