Our Boehner, which art a statesman,
How odd be thy name;
In kingdom come,
When words are flung,
Your name remains a homonym for anatomy.
Give us this day extended credit.
Though furtive of the crevasse,
We're assertive that the impasse destroys us.
And feed us not to this nation,
But be a raiser of the ceiling.
For mine is my condo,
And my Chrysler,
And my money,
Until you make us default.