Impeachment Jokes

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    'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT
    December 17, 1998
    'Twas The Night Before Impeachment, when all through the House,
    All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.
    The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
    In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
    The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
    While visions of perjury danced in their heads.
    And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
    Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.
    When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
    They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
    When what to their wondering eyes should appear
    But Tomahawk cruise missiles flying like reindeer.
    With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
    They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
    More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
    And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
    "Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about more...

    A Marine colonel on his way home from work at the Pentagon came to a dead halt in traffic and thought to himself, "Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing's even moving."
    He notices a police officer walking back and forth between the lines of cars so he rolls down his window and asks, "Excuse me, Officer, what's the hold up?"
    The Officer replies, "The President is just so depressed about the impeachment thing he stopped his motorcade in the middle of the Beltway and he's threatening to douse himself in gasoline and set himself on fire. He says his family hates him and he doesn't have the $33.5 million he owes his lawyers. I'm walking round taking up a collection for him".
    "Oh really? How much have you collected so far?"
    "So far only about three hundred gallons but I've got a lot of folks still siphoning."

    'Twas The Night Before Impeachment, when all through the House,
    All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.
    The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
    In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
    The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
    While visions of perjury danced in their heads.
    And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
    Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.
    When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
    They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
    When what to their wondering eyes should appear
    But Tomahawk cruise missiles flying like reindeer.
    With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
    They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
    More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
    And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
    "Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about The Vixen!
    On Barney! On Maxine! I'm no Richard more...

    [surprisingly bi-partisan]


    'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT
    December 17, 1998

    'Twas The Night Before Impeachment, When all through the House,
    All Congress was stirring, Even Conyers, the louse.

    The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
    In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
    The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
    While visions of perjury danced in their heads.

    And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
    Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.

    When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
    They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
    When what to their wondering eyes should appear
    But Tomahawk cruise missiles flying like reindeer.

    With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
    They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
    More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
    And he whistled and more...

    'Twas The Night Before Impeachment, when all through the House,
    All the Congress was stirring, even Conyers, the louse.
    The Articles were hung by the Capitol with care,
    In hopes that Saint Bubba would be trapped in the lair.
    The Republicans were nestled, all smug with The Feds,
    While visions of perjury danced in their heads.
    And Barr with his rhetoric and Hyde with his trap,
    Had just settled in for a long evening's nap.
    When out in The Gulf, there arose such a clatter
    They clicked on CNN to see what was the matter.
    When what to their wondering eyes should appear
    But Tomahawk cruise missiles flying like reindeer.
    With a Presidential address, so lively and quick,
    They knew in a moment, it must be Saint Slick!
    More rapid than eagles, his supporters they came,
    And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
    "Now Conyers, now Gephardt, let's forget about The Vixen!
    On Barney! On Maxine! I'm no more...

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