Hillary Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a girl with ambition
who embarked on a difficult mission,
she was crooked and dumb
and as strange as they come
which makes up a politician.

She ran hard and she cried there, on stage,
and at home she'd fly into a rage,
though she couldn't care less
after Bill did confess
and she knew it would falter with age.

And I ask you how this sour fruit
who is neither too bright nor too cute,
as commander-in-chief
but covertly a thief
take possession of all of the loot.