Hilarious Hillary Clinton Poem: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

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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

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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

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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

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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