She stood petrified
While her husband
Had an affair
With an intern inside
The white house
When he merrily jabbed away
To glory a plumpy
Young woman, beautiful
Loving like a lovebird
A fifty odd man
And his fame,
Hillariuos didnt know
What to do or mate with,
Decided after he stepped down,
To follow his path,
With all her unspent energy,
Like Edmond Hillary
Who conquered Everst
For the first time
To conquer the peak
Of Americas demo
As a fete a first female,
Of the most powerful nation.
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And, if by some twisted trick of faith, it actually does happen, well, it will be the end of America, our Great Country, as we know it...God help us all! marci.m.