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White House Possibly in the Future

When my wife had looked at her clock
She was in a complete state of shock
Seemed like the usual same old song
I again had been sleeping all day long.

After I finally found myself wide awake
Another nice nap I did decide to take
Which was restful, peaceful and sublime
That it had lasted until supper time.

Wrote this poem somewhere in between
And was never sure what it may mean
When the sun down soon started to creep
I again fell into one more very deep sleep.

Discovered that I had slept for forty years
And when all my hopes along with the fears
Were waiting there ready for me to greet
What should I do with them after I meet?

My destiny tried to choose and was picking
And I ended up doing was some politicking
That to do it all I had carefully planned for
When some said seven add ad to four score.

Which had been how many years ago it was
To memorize address in school everyone does
(Or else you wouldn't find your way home.)
And not only that I have heard some say
It all occurred in Gettysburg good old PA.

Imagine me marrying a good looking babe
Actually married none other than Honest Abe
And when we had looked at her picture again
Not only was she ugly but worse then sin.

Her ugliness caused bark to fall off of trees
For the whole winter were in a deep freeze
When all of the frozen water saw her face
It all melted and ran all over the place.

After we then had gone on a real long hike
To see what new first lady would look like
Abe was killed and Congress gave their consent
For his ugly wife to be the next new President.

Due to her lack of beauty we were thrown back
Then we heard someone else making a wisecrack 
God had visited Congress and He was hinting
Next women in White House should be a Clinton.

It have been a pleasant, nice day and also very
Which was on twentieth day of merry January
And adorable Hillary came to enter the scene
Now in new year of twenty and seventeen.

You will have to check out my math for me.
Also, can you actually believe that I wrote
all of this? James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
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