The Polician
A human to his office went
In Washington, DC.
'Bout sixteen years he'd spent
There as a VIP.
In fact he was a well known Senator,
An old-style politician of renown
Who was against, and sometimes for,
And knew each wat'ring hole in town.
"The voters are quite firm,"
His aide had patiently explained,
"About the limits of your term."
The Senator looked bored and pained.
And then he said: "My son, I must stay on,
The country needs me, I do know.
Is there one reason, Lad, just one,
That after four terms I should go?
There is no reason I can see
For limiting my terms, dear Lad."
The aide screwed up his eyes in repartee
And spoke again: "It's what the voters said."
The Senator, he shook his head
And muttered "quit your teasin'."
Then thought some more and said:
"No, no, just give me one GOOD reason."