Dear Jenny

Jen offers her unsought advice
The top ten list her favorite device
On policy she's mistaken
And she'll be bellyachin'
If the GOP really plays nice

Regrets

Atop the tall bridge named for Woodrow
Fred looked down at the river below
Back when scruples he had
He could not sell an ad
And Jen did make the web traffic grow

Heroes and Friends

Elliott Abrams is Jen's Mr. Right
This bushy eyebrowed troglodyte
He could not get a clearance
Due to past interference
With Congressional oversight

The Likud Forever

The Post's Likudnik battle-axe shrieks
Each time that the President speaks
Bibi says throttle back
But Jen's on the attack
Incited by Kristol and similar freaks

No Easy Day

Existential angst Jen had to confront
A bad day for DC's biggest cunt
Chuck's secure in the E-Ring
Her blog could not do a thing
On to another embarrassing witch hunt

Meanwhile Up in the Attic

The Post's resident crazy old aunt
Typing up her next ludicrous rant
Chuck would be a poor boss
And he favors Hamas!
Her evidence as always is scant

Consanguinity

Jen awoke for the day not well-rested
Couldn't sleep 'cause she was so detested
Quite depressed as she blogged
By regrets she was dogged
And wished her parents had never incested

Still At It

A rabid attack dog of the Right
Jen claims Chuck is an anti-Semite
Anyone with a brain
Knows that Rubin's insane
And on the losing end of this fight

Supply Side

Jen Rubin is not on the fence
And in the face of all evidence
A supply sider she remains
As the few reap the gains
Let the rest scrape by on a few pence

Ayn's Daughter

The former Romney bootlicker in chief
Tends to give Barack Obama some grief
A Randian maker in her mind's eye
Alas only of lie upon lie
She's the epitome of an oxygen thief

Not Her Sons

It's said the Spartan women of old
Forced their warrior sons to be bold
Jen wants your son on his shield
While her boy chases yield
At Goldman where muppets get rolled

Costs

Lies to bolster the neo-con charade
Are recognized as Jen's stock-in-trade
Every war she supports
But she's not at the forts
To see the cost of this foolish crusade

Lamestream Media

From Jen and her friends on the fringe
You're likely to hear the same whinge
Against media bent
They frequently vent
Ignoring the latest Murdochian binge

Dreams of Her Stand-in Fathers

As Jen lies in her bed every night
To rest for tomorrow's web fight
She dreams of Romney and Ryan
With John Boehner cryin
And Marco mounting her in the moonlight

The Defenestration of DC

Jen egged on a mob filled with hate
That sought Chuck to defenestrate
For putting America first
He was labeled the worst
By fools who believe Rumsfeld was first-rate

Puzzled

One wonders why Hiatt was keen
To give Rubin a place to vent spleen
Did she have some good dirt
Was he trying to flirt?!
Hard to fathom with her hideous mien

Motivations

What is the deep wellspring of hate
For this embarrassment to the fourth estate?
Chuck spurned her advance
Plus she still needs a manse
And she's well paid her vengeance to sate

Unguided Cruz Missile

Ted's effort Chuck Hagel to fell
Had the feel of a school show and tell
No time for the army
But damn was he smarmy
Played a poor man's McCarthy quite well

Don't Hassle the Inhofe

There once was a son of the prairie
Harangued by a closeted fairy
On Rubin's lies Jim relied
For Chuck had not stayed on side
Which made the chickenhawk caucus quite wary

Poor Hiatt

All hail the high priestess of drivel
Whose stern look can make Hiatt shrivel
Unencumbered by facts
Pressing smears to the max
It's enough to make Katharine Graham swivel