Since our first installment summarizing the innumerable flaws of Willard Mitt Romney could only cover 26 flaws, here is the next batch. Your intrepid diarist will provide further installments with the recognition that it will forever be a work in progress.
As always, please feel free to add your own poetical contributions to this list. It's more work than any one of us could possibly complete on our own.
A for abhorrent assault on young John
And also for Ann, who would just have looked on
B is for Bain where Mitt looked to get rich
Killing thousands of jobs; hey Mitt: Karma’s a bitch!
C is for cookies Mitt spurned as store-bought
A kinder approach would not cost him a lot
D for derisive remarks that he made
On poncho-clad NASCAR fans he would degrade
E for economy he’d turn around
Right after he drove firms right into the ground
F for “forgetting” transgressions of youth
While laughing about them; that’s simply uncouth
G for gratitude, also for grace
There is simply no way he’d let others save face
H is for hell where he’ll surely reside
(Although Satan’s not sure he wants Mitt on his side)
I, inauthentic, a man without soul
For whom money is power, command, and control
J for John Lauber, the first but not last
Of the terrified victims in Mitt’s sordid past
K is for kindness that could have been shown
To the vanquished who languished, afraid and alone
L is for labor: it’s fine if you’re poor
But for rich folks it’s nothing they have to endure
M is for meanness, Mitt’s only core trait
Well, unless you count pettiness, anger, and hate
N for November, when Mitt sees defeat
Reduced to just one of the useless elite
O for outsourcing, Mitt’s favorite pursuit
Sending work overseas and collecting the loot
P is for principles Mitt can’t embrace
In his dog-eat-dog world, they just don’t have a place
Q for Queen Ann riding high on her horse
And enjoying Mitt’s hijinks with zero remorse
R, retroactively baptizing folks
Just one more of Mitt’s cruel, unforgivable jokes
S, selling out to get votes by all means
While decked out in bogus plaid shirts and pressed jeans
T is for tax returns Mitt won’t release
Detailing his dealings in banks in the Suisse
U for unfit for the presidency
With deep-seated sociopath tendency
V is for vicious and venomous style
Displayed with that creepy, unsettling smile
“W” looks smarter and kinder to boot
When compared with this sociopath in a suit.
X, xenophobic and quick to strike out
Is that really what foreign affairs are about?
Y is for yesterday, when men were men
Mitt would no doubt like to live there again
Z for zoologists who may opine
How Mitt could have evolved with no trace of a spine.