Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Romper Room

The Senate has all sorts of rules
That lets its members play the game.
The rest of us must suffer fools
Who continue to put to shame
Any notion that common sense
Is at all in these hundred heads.
Toying with national defense,
The pettiness of spoiled brats spreads,
In pointing fingers ever in
Across the aisle bickering rut.
The only way we're gonna win
Is to kick out some Senate butt.

For TSA just add an "R."
Obama can appoint a tsar.