Hillarious Hillary Poem: Complete chapter five

The Clinton Parade

By the Jabberwocky

(an epic poem in the making)

 Explanation: This part of the poem refers to the Florida/Michigan debacle.

Some Chinese guy from days gone by

Remarked that folks are pigs

The things are few they will not do

To get some better digs

But guys and chicks in politics

Are greedier than most:

You give them bread, they’ll take your head

And serve it on the toast.

*

In days like these the thugs increase

One year in ev’ry four

In fifty states they clean their plates,

Then hold them out for more

The very worst will fight for first

With hopes to have more say

As feelings tense the votes commence

The week of New year’s day

*

Now Michigan would once again

Display how dumb it was

They all made rants to claim a chance

Before the rest of us

In Florida they also saw

A need to jump in line

In both these states they filled up crates

With classic home-made whine

*

Now Hillary was first to see

How this could help her race

She boldly claimed that she’d abstain

To run in either case

But as her foes came much to close

She changed her weasly mind

She used their trust to feed her lust

And stabbed them from behind

*

She broke the pact; instead in fact

She campaigned very hard

Despite her claim she left her name

Upon the ballot card

She tried to tree the DNC

Which both these states despised

When votes came through she won the two,

And no one was surprised

*

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Chapter Six is coming soon. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will likely be over in a couple weeks.

Hillarious Hillary Poem: Chapter 5 preview

The Clinton Parade

By the Jabberwocky

(an epic poem in the making)

 Explanation: This part of the poem refers to the Florida/Michigan debacle.

Some Chinese guy from days gone by

Remarked that folks are pigs

The things are few they will not do

To get some better digs

But guys and chicks in politics

Are greedier than most:

You give them bread, they’ll take your head

And serve it on the toast.

*

In days like these the thugs increase

One year in ev’ry four

In fifty states they clean their plates,

Then hold them out for more

The very worst will fight for first

With hopes to have more say

As feelings tense the votes commence

The week of New year’s day

*

Now Michigan would once again

Display how dumb it was

They all made rants to claim a chance

Before the rest of us

In Florida they also saw

A need to jump in line

In both these states they filled up crates

With classic home-made whine

*

Feel free to e-mail this poem to a friend or fellow campaign staffer

The complete chapter five is coming soon-probably tomorrow. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will likely be over in a couple weeks.

Hillary Clinton Epic Poem: complete first four chapters

The Clinton Parade

By the Jabberwocky

Disclaimer: the opinions expressed in this poem are not necessarily those of anyone who has ever lived, including the author.

 *

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

Back in Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

When they had to go on dates

It was “Clinton” this, and “Clinton that,”

And “Gosh, I think she’s smart,”

He’d just nod his head as he hoped instead

That the super bowl would start

*

As the time progressed he’d have hardly guessed

That she’d still be in the thing

But to his surprise right before his eyes

She had still not left the ring

She had just one foe who withstood her blow:

Who had come from a mixed descent

Who presumed that he, might yet somehow be,

Our first black president

*         

But he had no chance, for she wore the pants

From the time that it had begun

For she often basked in the questions asked,

Like the rays of a gentle sun

When her voice grew soft, then the gloves came off,

Like the trick of a clever crook

Though she used her left, she could still be deft,

With a nasty right-hand hook

*         

*

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

In Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

‘When they had to go on dates

They would never squawk when their women talked,

Though by now they were awful scared,

For a silent sigh, and lowered eye,

Was the most that they ever dared!

*

Chapter Two

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
^^We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot

*

For eight more years with lies and tears

They kept their foes in check

The crafty two knew how to brew

A storm as fierce as heck

The democrats who gave congrats

For what they did to Starr

Will change their tune so very soon

When Rodham goes too far

*

So when at last their term was passed

We hoped they’d fade away

But to our fear they made it clear

Their names were here to stay

As we rejoiced with all the boys

We heard foreboding news:

She took a place inside a race

She knew she could not lose

*

In old New York she went to work:

A state completely blue

Their hearts were sold, she won it cold

With plenty hull’baloo

She took the floor and with hopes to score

In front of ev’ryone

The comeback kid would make her bid

When Bush’s term was done

*

 Chapter Three

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

*

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

*

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

*

And more than that, she filled her hat

With superdelegates

Who backed her run by two-to-one

And helped her hedge her bets

The people’s bane would help maintain

Her aristocracy

These democrats could call the match

Undemocratic’ly

*

With all this done she soaked up sun

And tried to part the clouds

Her soul was bared as if she cared

About the thronging crowds

With moistened eyes and gentle sighs

She basked in all the talk

But on her mount she did not count

On good old black Barack

**

Chapter Four

Some sev’ral months before the crunch

Her team was awful glad

The polling joints put twenty points

‘Atwixt her and the lad

She had to wait ‘til ev’ry state

Adorned her with a crown

But when it came she knew her name

Would win in ev’ry town

*

But that is why she had to cry

When Bama won it first

The cornstalk state filled Bama’s plate

And gave her liverwurst

He cleaned her clocks and stole her socks

And threw her in the street

‘Til all the libs were taking dibs

To bow at Bama’s feet

*

But in distress she faced the press

And threatened them with tears

She prayed and danced for one more chance

In front of all her peers

The acting worked: her numbers perked

When voters hit the polls

Her weak campaign that seemed inane

Was back beside the bulls

*

The pundits stopped, their knuckles dropped:

They claimed the girl was back.

Her inward beast had been released

And she deserved a plaque

They heard her speak so soft and meek

And play the angel’s part

They hardly knew what hatred brewed

Inside her evil heart

*

While they discussed her air of trust

She formed an evil plan 

A wicked scheme betwixt her team

Would rid her of that man

As grown men cried her spokesmen lied

And told them she’d play nice

With all her past you’d think at last

Their brains would wonder twice

*

*  Next episode: Michigan and Florida

  

  Feel free to e-mail this poem to a friend or fellow campaign staffer

Chapter Five is coming as soon as it writes itself. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will probably be over in a couple weeks.

Hillary Clinton Poem Chapter Four (just finished)

The Clinton Parade

(an epic poem in the making)

 Explanation: This part of the poem refers to the beginning of the democratic primary.

Some sev’ral months before the crunch

Her team was awful glad

The polling joints put twenty points

‘Atwixt her and the lad

She had to wait ‘til ev’ry state

Adorned her with a crown

But when it came she knew her name

Would win in ev’ry town

*

But that is why she had to cry

When Bama won it first

The cornstalk state filled Bama’s plate

And gave her liverwurst

He cleaned her clocks and stole her socks

And threw her in the street

‘Til all the libs were taking dibs

To bow at Bama’s feet

*

But in distress she faced the press

And threatened them with tears

She prayed and danced for one more chance

In front of all her peers

The acting worked: her numbers perked

When voters hit the polls

Her weak campaign that seemed inane

Was back beside the bulls

*

The pundits stopped, their knuckles dropped:

They claimed the girl was back.

Her inward beast had been released

And she deserved a plaque

They heard her speak so soft and meek

And play the angel’s part

They hardly knew what hatred brewed

Inside her evil heart

*

While they discussed her air of trust

She formed an evil plan 

A wicked scheme betwixt her team

Would rid her of that man

As grown men cried her spokesmen lied

And told them she’d play nice

With all her past you’d think at last

Their brains would wonder twice

*

*  Next episode: Michigan and Florida

Feel free to e-mail this poem to a friend or fellow campaign staffer

Chapter Five is coming soon-probably today. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will likely be over in a couple weeks.

Hillarious Hillary Clinton Poem: Chapter Four preview

The Clinton Parade

(an epic poem in the making)

 Explanation: This part of the poem refers to the beginning of the democratic primary.

Some sev’ral months before the crunch

Her team was awful glad

The polling joints put twenty points

‘Atwixt her and the lad

She had to wait ‘til ev’ry state

Adorned her with a crown

But when it came she knew her name

Would win in ev’ry town

*

But that is why she had to cry

When Bama won it first

The cornstalk state filled Bama’s plate

And gave her liverwurst

He cleaned her clocks and stole her socks

And threw her on the street

‘Til all the libs were taking dibs

To bow at Bama’s feet

*

But in distress she faced the press

And threatened them with tears

She prayed and danced for one more chance

In front of all her peers

The acting worked: her numbers perked

When voters hit the polls

Her weak campaign that seemed inane

Was back beside the bulls

Feel free to e-mail this poem to a friend or fellow campaign staffer

The entire chapter four is coming soon-probably today. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will likely be over in a couple weeks.

Funniest Hillary Clinton Poem

The Clinton Parade

Disclaimer: the opinions expressed in this poem are not necessarily those of anyone who has ever lived, including the author.

 

 *

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

Back in Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

When they had to go on dates

It was “Clinton” this, and “Clinton that,”

And “Gosh, I think she’s smart,”

He’d just nod his head as he hoped instead

That the super bowl would start

*

As the time progressed he’d have hardly guessed

That she’d still be in the thing

But to his surprise right before his eyes

She had still not left the ring

She had just one foe who withstood her blow:

Who had come from a mixed descent

Who presumed that he, might yet somehow be,

Our first black president

*         

But he had no chance, for she wore the pants

From the time that it had begun

For she often basked in the questions asked,

Like the rays of a gentle sun

When her voice grew soft, then the gloves came off,

Like the trick of a clever crook

Though she used her left, she could still be deft,

With a nasty right-hand hook

*         

*

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

In Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

‘When they had to go on dates

They would never squawk when their women talked,

Though by now they were awful scared,

For a silent sigh, and lowered eye,

Was the most that they ever dared!

*

Chapter Two

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
^^We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot

*

For eight more years with lies and tears

They kept their foes in check

The crafty two knew how to brew

A storm as fierce as heck

The democrats who gave congrats

For what they did to Starr

Will change their tune so very soon

When Rodham goes too far

*

So when at last their term was passed

We hoped they’d fade away

But to our fear they made it clear

Their names were here to stay

As we rejoiced with all the boys

We heard foreboding news:

She took a place inside a race

She knew she could not lose

*

In old New York she went to work:

A state completely blue

Their hearts were sold, she won it cold

With plenty hull’baloo

She took the floor and with hopes to score

In front of ev’ryone

The comeback kid would make her bid

When Bush’s term was done

*

 Chapter Three

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

*

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

*

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

*

And more than that, she filled her hat

With superdelegates

Who backed her run by two-to-one

And helped her hedge her bets

The people’s bane would help maintain

Her aristocracy

These democrats could call the match

Undemocratic’ly

*

With all this done she soaked up sun

And tried to part the clouds

Her soul was bared as if she cared

About the thronging crowds

With moistened eyes and gentle sighs

She basked in all the talk

But on her mount she did not count

On good old black Barack

  

  Feel free to e-mail this poem to a friend or fellow campaign staffer

Chapter Four is coming as soon as it writes itself. I will try to move quickly since the Clinton campaign will likely be over in a couple weeks.

Hilarious Hillary Poem: First Three Chapters

The Clinton Charade

 

 

 *

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

Back in Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

When they had to go on dates

It was “Clinton” this, and “Clinton that,”

And “Gosh, I think she’s smart,”

He’d just nod his head as he hoped instead

That the super bowl would start

*

As the time progressed he’d have hardly guessed

That she’d still be in the thing

But to his surprise right before his eyes

She had still not left the ring

She had just one foe who withstood her blow:

Who had come from a mixed descent

Who presumed that he, might yet somehow be,

The first black president

*         

But he had no chance, for she wore the pants

From the time that it had begun

For she often basked in the questions asked,

Like the rays of a gentle sun

When her voice grew soft, then the gloves came off,

Like the trick of a clever crook

Though she used her left, she could still be deft,

With a nasty right-hand hook

*         

*

Oh, those were the days when our brains were tazed

In Twenty, Zero, Eight.

When the times were tough and the men were gruff

‘When they had to go on dates

They would never squawk when their women talked,

Though by now they were awful scared,

For a silent sigh, and lowered eye,

Was the most that they ever dared!

*

Chapter Two

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot

*

For eight more years with lies and tears

They kept their foes in check

The crafty two knew how to brew

A storm as fierce as heck

The democrats who gave congrats

For what they did to Starr

Will change their tune so very soon

When Rodham goes too far

*

So when at last their term was passed

We hoped they’d fade away

But to our fear they made it clear

Their names were here to stay

As we rejoiced with all the boys

We heard foreboding news

She took a place inside a race

She knew she could not lose

*

In old New York she went to work:

A state completely blue

Their hearts were sold, she won it cold

With plenty hull’baloo

She took the floor and with hopes to score

In front of ev’ryone

The comeback kid would make her bid

When Bush’s term was done

*

 Chapter Three

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

*

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

*

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

*

And more than that, she filled her hat

With superdelegates

Who backed her run by two-to-one

And helped her hedge her bets

The people’s bane would help maintain

Her aristocracy

These democrats could call the match

Undemocratic’ly

*

With all this done she soaked up sun

And tried to part the clouds

Her soul was bared as if she cared

About the thronging crowds

With moistened eyes and gentle sighs

She basked in all the talk

But on her mount she did not count

On good old black Barack

The Clinton Charade is a work in progress. Chapter Four is coming soon. Let me know if you like it so I keep writing.

Disclaimer: the opinions expressed in this poem are not necessarily those of anyone who has ever lived, including the author.

The Clinton charade: A Poem

Chapter Three: The Plot Thickens

 Disclaimer: the views expressed in this poem are not necessarily those of anyone who has ever lived.

 

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

*

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

*

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

*

And more than that, she filled her hat

With superdelegates

Who backed her run by two-to-one

And helped her hedge her bets

The people’s bane would help maintain

Her aristocracy

These democrats could call the match

Undemocratic’ly

*

With all this done she soaked up sun

And tried to part the clouds

Her soul was bared as if she cared

About the thronging crowds

With moistened eyes and gentle sighs

She basked in all the talk

But on her mount she did not count

On good old black Barack

This poem is a work in progress. Chapter four is coming soon. Let me know if you like it so that I keep writing.

The Clinton parade: a poem about Hillary

 The following is a sneekpeek of Chapter Three. The entire chapter will be posted tomorrow.

So when one night the time was right

She laid her trump-cards down

The winds of fate that blew of late

Would turn the tide around

The G-O-P had ceased to be

In power any more

For that is why she did not try

In twenty, zero, four.

 

Her soul assured, she gave the word

To let the fight begin

She made advance, there’d be no chance

That some one else could win

The early states would vote at rates,

So close she could not lose:

She thought no foe could raise the dough

To quench the lighted fuse

 

And just in case it was a race

She had another plan

With nought to lose, she still could use

Her loyal, cheating, man

He’d yell insults to get results

By slinging lots of mud

While she stood back and dodged the flack,

As if she wore no blood

Hillary Clinton Poem chapters one and two

 Chapter Two

Disclaimer: This Poem does not necessarily represent the opinion of anyone who has ever lived, including the author.

*

*

To Little Rock in Arkansas
The dreaded Clintons came
The Southern state that once was great
Would never be the same
^We loathed their guts so very much
They lost their second bid
But then they won it back again
’Cuz Rodham had a kid
*
In 92 the Clinton crew
Had bigger fish to fry
The faithful wife gave Bill his life
By standing by her guy
The Senior Bush who lacked a push
Became their only foe
Yet still they only won the race
Because of Ross Perot

*

For eight more years with lies and tears

They kept their foes in check

The crafty two knew how to brew

A storm as fierce as heck

The democrats who gave congrats

For what they did to Starr

Will change their tune so very soon

When Rodham goes too far

*

So when at last their term was passed

We hoped they’d fade away

But to our fear they made it clear

Their names were here to stay

As we rejoiced with all the boys

We heard foreboding news:

She took a place inside a race

She knew she could not lose

*

In old New York she went to work:

A state completely blue

Their hearts were sold, she won it cold

With plenty hull’baloo

She took the floor and with hopes to score

In front of ev’ryone

The comeback kid would make her bid

When Bush’s term was done

*

*

This poem is a work in progress. The next installment is coming soon. Let me know if you like it, so that I keep writing.

^* The author of this poem was not actually living in Arkansas at the time the Clintons were in office. He/She/it only used the pronoun “we” because it fit the meter better.