Fear dumb old scabtop,
He done choosin' a snow queen,
She got screw loose. Why call?
She one holy-roller!
She got hair up to de tree,
Got to be a joke, sir,
You must be marding me!

'neath hair, a goo mind,
She got old-man goofball,
She see monkey in da
Trial called Scopes; she hopes fer
De day when her crew, stooge-show keen:
"We'll bring country back to century seventeen!"

Numbskull vetters, right clowns, oafs they be.

She gag-induction,
[or, She swag corruption,
or, She hag eruption,]
She got all "yup"s from coot,
He got 'noma hide scored,
He buss heinie, crackers',
He got veep clown. Me low on knees,
Moaning halt-this-harm prayer. . .
Pew cant's fealty disease.

Numbskull vetters, right clowns, voted she.

He dolt for chose 'er,
He got Persian war thing,
He got muddy thoughter,
He none dodo filter,
He say, "c--t," man blunt anent Cindy.
Bloggers do good looking. . .
Caught deeds alarming me.

Numbskull sen'tor, right's clown-oaf is he.