Commas Twelve

If I met you, Dalai Lama, I’d know what to say. I would compliment your mama, ‘Cause she did okay. Though she didn’t raise Obama, Who, to us, holds sway, She had you avoid the drama Leaders might display. I’ll bet that if she had a llama, She would not delay From sending it to Yokahama, Rome or Mandalay, Avoiding trouble, tears or trauma, Which makes hair turn gray.