If you read my profile, you'll see that I'm a conductor and composer. What I am definitely not is a poet, as the following doggerel (to be sung to tune of "Yankee Doodle") clearly confirms:
Willard Romney came to town
Astride his wife's prize pony;
Put ol' Seamus on the car
Till Biden cried, "Baloney."
Time for you to zip your lip,
Willard Romney, honey;
You and Ann should take a trip
Abroad, and count your money.
Paulie Boy from Janesville, Wis,
Still has a job (just barely);
Though it's clear his math is piss--
Obama trounced you squarely.
Time for you to shut your trap,
Watch Harriet and Ozzie;
John McCain: go take your nap,
and quit shouting "Benghazi."
Lizbeth Warren's on her way,
Her Commonwealth has spoken;
John of Orange, you're up next:
Pelosi's not some token.
Even if our Soros checks
Have not yet left the station,
We will spend the "gifts" we have
To help rebuild our nation.