Standing upright in the path of Democrat decree,
Paul Ryan stoutly promises "You shall not pass by me!"
The minions of Obama, caught off guard by this bold stance,
look about for detours to escape his piercing glance.
"Fie on higher taxes!" cries the noble Ryan thus;
"We shall slay Obamacare without much further fuss!"
He cuts a swath through bureaucrats with no tricks of the trade;
he's pure and clean and simple, like a glass of lemonade.
But while he leads the Congress on to glory and tax breaks,
behind his back the candidates are playing for high stakes.
"Who gave this guy the green light?" asks the Donald with a sneer.
"He ought to get a checkup " says Ben Carson with a tear.
"El no habla por mi!" Marco Rubio exclaims.
And Jeb Bush mutters "That tinhorn's a-playin' at some games."
Like Caesar in the Senate, who believed he had a claque,
these candidates eventually stab Ryan in the back.
His dying words, as he looks up upon their brutal mugs
was "Et tu, brothers? I thought you were coming for some hugs."
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