Chill, Chaps!

Sub par, the Congressman’s IQ
For whom You lie! is repartée.
He needs to joust as M.P.s do
In wry but Jolly Old U.K.

Each Wednesday, P.M. takes the well
To answer Members, friends and foe,
Some questions asked to just raise hell,
With entertainment value, though.

As if on health-care policy.
(Not one illegal immigrant!)
A jerk like Wilson, R, SC,
Had yelled Verdad? instead of rant.

The Brits have made of heckling,
As in Hyde Park, good-natured sport,
Not like our town-hall gathering
Where shouting down’s a first resort.

The U.S. Capitol’s in need
Of just such clever give-and-take
To guarantee the sides proceed
Toward goals in which they both partake.

Civility alone won’t do;
Back-slapping drollery’s what works.
Back-scratching’s what it leads them to.
Before you know it, health care lurks!