Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet...Vote Nussle

My Halloween costume this year was Jim Nussle trying to trick Iowans to vote for him.


And here's a little song to go with it.

"Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Vote for me, I’m a cheat.
If you don't, I won't be sad.
But W, Dick, and Karl will sure be mad!"

It was a greedy Republican named Nussle
Wearing a paper bag and a fancy sport coat
I said, "With those Washington ethics,
you’ll never get my vote."

I slammed the door, checking all the locks.
Then grabbed the remote, flipped on the TV.
I was startled to discover Mr. Nussle
Screaming about nothing. "Please let me be."

"Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Vote for me, I’m a cheat.
If you don't, I won't be sad.
But W, Dick, and Karl will sure be mad!"

Who was this guy in the paper bag?
A little digging unveiled a messy divorce.
Nussle cried "Terror!" and ran looking for Newt.
Huge budget deficit? Mr. Nussle was the source.

He kept popping up in the least likely places.
Pandering to the Rightwing Christians.
His crooked little grin was driving me crazy,
if they only knew greed and divorce was his mission.

"Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Vote for me, I’m a cheat.
If you don't, I won't be sad.
But W, Dick, and Karl will sure be mad!"

Finally I did the only thing that I could think of.
I voted for Chet in the booth.
That night Nussle was bemoaning
like a little baby with a tooth loose.

Nussle tucked his tail in between his legs,
then he was headed back to Washington.
Hopefully he will never come back,
With Governor Chet, it will be the best its ever been!