A DC Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through DC,
Not a creature was stirring except Marion B.

The streets were abandoned, while drug dealers slept,
But the mayor in his limo, through northwest he crept.

A silver spoon was hung from his neck with great care,
In hopes that Charles Lewis soon would be there.

When, all at once there arose such a clatter,
He halted his limo to see what was the matter.

And what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a pile of white powder, a mountain of cheer.

He jumped from the limo, lickety split.
Five minutes later the mayor was lit.

He snorted and shoveled that coke up his nose.
His eyes were all bloodshot and glowed like a rose.

Back to the limo he ran like a flash.
"Now that that's gone let's go home to my stash."

I heard him exclaim with no hint of strife,
"I'll snort if I like, I'm mayor for life!"