The Sore Loser …
‘Don’t tell me I’ve lost this national election,
As Joe’s voter fraud has ruined my selection,
But a re-count will prove a certain correction,
With lawsuits to ensure my complete resurrection.’
‘Now for affairs of the state, well they can just wait,
As golfs more important my psychologist states,
Eighteen holes he reckons will ultimately rate,
As the best cure for ballots that are coming in late!
‘You talk of the virus now out of control,
With the people marching the streets in the cold,
To protest this election with body and soul,
Who cares, as it’s me, you must all now console!
‘Now my high court challenges have all found deaf ears,
Judged baseless claims, over the past four years!
Voter fraud now slapped down, Oh dear, Oh dear,
Joseph Biden the winner, this has brought me to tears!
‘Now the federal election, I’ve lost and don’t care,
Wishing Jo in the white House to fall down the stairs!
My speech of concession, just ask if you dare,
And to attend his inauguration, I’m sure I would glare,
As this would be more, than, I POTUS could bear!
Watto!
This rhyme is dedicated to AR Specialist Roofing, proud sponsors of the Lesmurdie Mazenod Cricket Club.
