In
this age of talking points, stunted discourse, and politicking-by-twitter, it's
easy to lose sight of the beauty of the English language at its best. In the
spirit of making politics more eloquent (while at the same time lightening up
the mood), I've put my thoughts on my favored presidential candidate into
verse, to the familiar tune of Yankee Doodle:
A
New York Yankee tried and true,
who
earned a lofty station,
who
loves the red and white and blue
and
treasures freedom's nation.
Twenty
thousand he employs;
his
wealth is in the billions.
He
shares the bounty he enjoys
with
soldiers and civilians.
When
he look’d at our statesmen
and
saw their poor condition,
to
make our country great again
became
his only mission.
Seventy's
a ripe old age
to
brave the grand election.
The
Donald's mind is sharp and sage;
his
health is all perfection.
Donald
Trump will build a wall
along
the southern border.
He'll
build it beautiful and tall
with
steel and bricks and mortar.
Donald
Trump will take a stand
for
legal immigration;
he'll
bring the jobs back to our land
and
safety to our nation.
Our
country's lost respect abroad,
The
world can barely hear us.
In
Moscow, Beijing and Riyadh
our
foes no longer fear us.
Clinton
goes to ev'ry length
to
understate the crisis,
but
Trump will bring us peace thru strength
and
cut the head off ISIS!
He'll
bomb the hell out of Iraq
and
take away their oil;
our
troops will know he's got their back
when
ISIS' plans are foil'd.
Never
shall we drop our guns
to
kneel before Jihadis;
our
enemies will be the ones
who
count their comrades’ bodies!
We'll get the truth from Donald
Trump
while Clinton's lies are leaking,
For we know when he takes the stump
it’s from the heart he’s speaking.
Here’s a man who’s never shy
to say the controversial;
'tis better far than one fresh lie
with ev'ry new commercial!
He's
hir’d the best of personnel:
The
Trump Organization.
And
we know he'll do just as well
with
his administration.
If
things ever get too far
in
foul corruption mired,
he'd
find out who the culprits are
and
then he'd say 'You're fired!'
And
to our highest Court he'll name
originalist
judges,
whose
Constitution stays the same
so
freedom never budges.
Vindicating
each who fights
to
keep and bear his rifle,
and
with our sacred Bill of Rights
the
Feds will never trifle.
The
outcome far from certain is,
for
Trump we labor daily.
But
if we make the vict'ry his
we'll
sing our triumph gaily.
And
the joyous prize we win
shall
live in song and story!
America
made great again
in
all her shining glory!
And
the joyous prize we win
shall
live in song and story!
America
made great again
in all her
shining glory!