‘Twas the night before Sochi and all thru the Gulag not a prisoner was stirring … Then Putin was visited thrice in succession by Shades of Olympics Past, Present & the Latter.
Then there arose up on the Kremlin with such a clatter:
“Go Green Peace, Khordorkovsky, out Pussy Riot, begone miscreants all … I’ve turned a new leaf! Now Dash away, dash away all.”
Let there be cheap gas for the Ukraine and all will be well. Let the Patriarch ring our Christmas Bell, I have an Olympics to sell.
I will greet the US delegation with great, gay cheer … “What, Lindsay Graham is not here?”