Submitted with apologies to Lord Tennyson

Half a League, Half a League

 Half a League onward

In political death march

Rode the Forty plus One

"Forward, The Right Brigade!

    Charge for the Guns"

       Was Cheney's cantation

as he sat in safety

    In his undisclosed location

Forward, The Right Brigade

   Was pundit dismay'd

Not Tho' the Polit knew

  El Rushbo had blunder'd

     Only apology as a reply

        Theirs not to reason why

          Theirs but to Do and Die

 To political irrelevance

     Rode the Forty, plus One

Limbaugh to the right of them

   Maine to the left of them

Steele in front of them

   Bluster'd and Thundered

Storm'd at with thought reasoned well

One time too many,to the patriotism well

    To Political Death

 and fringe isolation

    Rode the Forty plus One

 Coulter to the right of them

     America to the left of them

         Limbaugh behind them

  Bluster'd and Thunder'd

        Shoved rightward by the Hannity yell

    While political fortunes fell

        divide and conquer had served them well

   Forward to the jaws of death

      When Specter cried out "What the Hell"

   Sixty to the Left of them

        Left of "Unhumbled"

  When did their power fade,

O' broken party of DeLay

   All the world wonder'd

Prosecute the charges made

     Prosecute "The Right Brigade"

         Former Forty One