Calvin ball

The wind stays fixed, but Mitch McConnell tacks
abruptly setting course for some new land.
Old oaths he'd sworn are blithely taken back;
one marvels this invertebrate can stand.
His law professors wish he'd rot in Hell;
he gives their whole profession ill repute.
But Mitch disdains them, safe within his shell
while arguing both sides in the dispute.

He now accuses us of "dirty tricks"

for holding him to what he'd said before.
Today, he cares which Party makes the picks;

there's no set rule-book in his tribal war.

The court of nine that's served since Lincoln's day

because of Mitch, may go the Dodo's way.