Hillary swings from Poll 1 to Poll 2.
Hobby's to buy single moms their due.
Women are happy, they're tired of pig men,
Disposed-of by leaks through this bitter shrill hen.

Mamas and the Papas turned Americans brash,
Calling out its social ills, pitting class with class.
Tryin' to walk the path they walked, run to catch the train;
Aping now the rapper men with language so profane.

Obama brings up sex-ed pre-Grade 2;
"Bobby is bi-sexual, might be you."
Pest spinsters crabby and dour prig men
Oppose him with shrieks, "Not such little children!"

So if you've had enough and you're finally off your duff,
Pony up to save your family from this trip to tyranny.
Take a tip but don't forsake and flip.
Let me tell you what to do: vote Republican, oh.

John Edwards flings bucks to tend his hairdo,
Lobbies for trials, says "America's two."
He won't be flabby or cowardly when
Bombs blow while he sneaks to his victual-filled den.

My keyboard sings as I type this for you:
Sophistry wry, slick but truthful, too.
Though I'm not gabby, the power of this pen
Discloses and speaks of my inner villain.