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Iowa Senator Joni Ernst,
Who bragged she could castrate,
Missed her chance to be part of the team
To make America great.
Trump talked to her two years ago
About the office of Veep.
She said she wasn't interested,
And so it went to that creep,
The one whose last name rhymes with dense,
As he's shown himself to be,
Whose robotic demeanor reveals profound
Insensibility,
Who is no more capable
Than you-know-who of serious thought,
The one who said that ISIS was dead
Just after it showed it was not,
Who likened the genital-grabbing Don
To Martin Luther King,
And always toadies up to him
To kiss his effing ring.
Consumed with regret for having turned
That offer down, Ms. Joni
Is determined now to break
The holy bonds of matrimony.
She blames her husband, wants a divorce,
And boy does she repent
Saying no. Perhaps she sees
She could have been President.
Does she know something the rest of us don't
Or is it just wishful thinking
To imagine that maybe the fortunes of Trump
Might one day soon be sinking?
She could have hitched her wagon to his star
And then in case
He happened to fall right out of the sky
Be there to take his place.
She'd be in hog heaven, so to speak,
And in the White House too.
Apparently now you'd have to say
She didn't think it through.