Poor Jill is sad, she didn’t know
the Left ‘oft eats its own.
Joe’s time was up, he had to go,
take naps and stay at home.
With primaries done and several weeks
before the big convention;
just roll out Joe, have him debate
and turn up all the tension.
Joe’s groupies know, Joe’s nearly toast –
he’s sleepy, old and stumbles.
So now it’s time to blow Joe’s cover
so all can her him mumble.
He’ll crash and burn, and he’ll get spurned,
‘cuz he’s of no more use.
They’ll make him quit for his own good
to ‘stop Ol’ Joe’s abuse’.
And just in time, as the convention
starts to draw much closer;
Dem’s will pick and a brand new Star
and put away the toaster.
The Random Poet:07052024
www.the randompoet.com)
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