(apologies to Poe)
Once upon a day so dreary, while I waited, weak and weary,
Over many a sharp and spurious network show of spin and bore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone rudely rapping, rapping at the Chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "rapping at the Chamber door;
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was after bleak December,
Aft' each separate aye-vote Member wrought Alito 'pon the Floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
Filibuster votes--no! Sorrow! Sorrow for the losing score.
For the rare and radiant cloture which we had the losing score,
Splitting here forevermore.
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