There was a terrible fire in Washington, D.C. as many pairs of pants ignited giving rise to the expression: “Liar, Liar, pants on fire”
After the fire was extinguished hot air caused an inversion over the Capital and things combusted into ashes.
Ashes, Ashes everywhere, posies in the pocket and they all fell down.
Lying down on the job was common now and everything was tabled.
And then it happened. Pigs did fly and bacon became greased as lobby people got sweaty palms and the people were pick pocketed.
It was a joke they said in they stood on the stand and showed their briefs.
No laughing matter said those in denial and in the aisle of Congress there was plenty of denial.
Let them eat cake and hot dogs said the canines as they gnashed their teeth with relish.
If only Animal Farm was real. If only we could go down the yellow brick road with Dorothy. But nay they are only fantasy and the reality has trumped the dreams of what people are made of.
Bring on the three witches!