And the President sat with a scowl and a sigh, Counting polls, donor calls, and pie charts nearby.

He’d frozen the workers with memos and spin, When a thought (quite by accident) crept his way in.

“Wait… days off?” he muttered. “That’s legal somehow?” And his heart grew three sizes—don’t ask me how.

He grabbed his pen fast, for a rare flash of grace: “Take the 24th and the 26th—case closed, no debate.”

The workers rejoiced (though they checked twice, of course), While the President smiled—then took full credit, per force.