Ladies and gentlemen of the Treehouse, we’d like to offer you the  latest from our very own Treehouse Poet Laureate… The Bard of Murdock.

In private you may be a cur,
A slave to passion or liqueur,
But weasels acting weasely
Should not be seen so publicly.

You’ll never raise a question mark
Attacking Ryan like a shark,
Or tearing Boehner bit from bit;
But if you tweet, you are a twit.

When playing possum with the truth,
It is considered most uncouth
To act as counsel to the crown,
And then be caught by zipper down.

And if you haven’t taken care
When luring mares into your lair,
You may find harbor in some ports,
Unless, of course, you’re caught in shorts.

You’ll have a week for them to see
If you survive the third degree;
But should your image start to molt,
Expect your leadership to bolt.

They will react to save the herd,
And sensing danger, drop the word,
They think you’ve acted like a swine,
And should this very day resign.

(This program, everyone agrees,
Does not apply to Kennedys,
Nor Clinton, who could get a pass,
For any skirmish with a lass.)