Mitt's Lament
Where is she, someone tell me
Can anyone dispel me
Of this notion that she's lost
No object to me, the cost
Whatever I must pay
I'll withdraw it from the Cay-
mans bank; and glad I'll be
When at last I finally see
A woman who'll vote for me
(Who hasn't suffered a head injury)
Perhaps one day I'll find her
Tucked inside a binder?
(Okay, yeah, maybe that sucked even more than I thought it would.)