Ode to Traficant
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}As a reporter who loves the Hill
I most certainly will
miss the man from Ohio
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}who has always entertained us so.
He often wore those denim suits
which really matched his cowboy boots
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}His clothes, it's true, were rather odd;
His sense of fashion somewhat flawed.
His hair was topic of much chatter
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}a great gray nest of unknown matter
which sat upon his head at a tilt.
looked like something a bird had built.
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}But the man was magic on the floor
he took one minute -- not one second more
to say what was on his mind
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}and often he was not kind.
As he railed against the government
asking where the money went
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}and each day we listened -- our ears did cup
for the times he might exclaim ...
"Beam ...me ... up!"
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}Oh sure, he was rude
and often times crude.
His legal woes I must confess
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}were something of an ugly mess.
But I'll miss the man from Ohio.
He really gave us quite the show.
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}In a place that's often dull and grim
you need a guy like 'ol Jim
You need a guy to scream and holler
{{#rendered}} {{/rendered}}about how they spend your tax dollar.
You need a guy to yell and rant.
Yes I will miss you -- Jim Traficant.