Sad Sack Sammy

The tale of Sad Sack Sammy, So the story goes. A walking, talking, whiner, Suffering his woes. He never ever smiled, Had nothing good to say. He whimpered like a sissy, All the livelong day. His mood would always swing, At home or when at school. Sometimes melancholy, Then complaining like a fool. A lousy, luckless, loner, Grew up without a friend. No one could stand his presence, 'Cause he ranted till the end. His fate would change at Fifty, This local resident. He chose a different path, And ran for President. Now everyone that knew him, Was caught up on the blind side. When all the votes were counted, He won it by a landslide.