amidst Jeffersonian opulence the Prez broke bread with his GOP poker face friends to solve government gridlock and sequester predicament trends
citizens of the republic hopeful for nonsense to cease sat at the table asking
“would you pass the biscuits please?”
Obama perused the wine list boldly choosing a luscious Merlot senators ordered the finest hors d'oeuvres the guests were all aglow
numerous delectable dishes were liberally splayed on the table revelers sipped flowing vintages wine a surefire icebreaker
sparkling crystal Lennox flutes tinkled with convivial release while America’s disenfranchised voices ask
“would you pass the biscuits please?”
chutney meat, curried hens and sweet walnut rainbow trout the table a horn a plenty the guests gorged on fine cuisine a blessed nations bounty
the feast consumed the Senators sated said it was some of the finest ever served but the taxpayers only got a peak of the banquet a whiff of senators nerve and asked
“would you pass the biscuits please?”
the dessert cart was rolled in with custards, cakes, creme brulee cordials, cognac and VSOP tastes rounded out the wholesome feast
when the check was presented for payment all guests headed for the door with haste they told the waiter the bill of fare was covered by the guy asking...