Palin-wack blighter (Palin-wack blighter).

Sneer irksome mad ma’m has a peevish book,
That took a ghost to write. Who would take a look?
Base that she whores for, who grandstand and jeer.
They’re a screeching mob and they want to read
The Palin-wack blighter, Palin-wack blighter.

It’s a worthless story from a worthless scam;
She’s a wingnut wife of a lunkhead man.
Her son-in-law erstwhile displays his tail. . .
He ain’t wed, the slob; that’s because crossed he
The Palin-wack blighter, Palin-wack blighter.

McCain-slight blighter (Palin-wack blighter).

It’s a waste of pages; killed the Spruce, a slew;
She’s a righting bore, winking peek-a-boo.
It would be much stronger if it weren’t all lies
From a deranged clown who’s a mockery:
The Palin-wack blighter, Palin-wack blighter.

If you really like it, you’re on the FAR right.
She got paid a million for this piece of shite.
’cause she’s nuts, me spurn it; it’s rank dreck, that’s clear
From a sleazy snake on a crocking spree,
The Palin-wack blighter, Palin-wack blighter.

Palin-wack blighter (Palin-wack blighter). . . .