What a Revolting Development

What A Revolting Development
(Not by Groucho or Karl Marx)

Bernie with bent back grudges does carry
Decided to become another Revolutionary
Always knowing exactly what he meant
By this being a revolting development.

Hillary's tough questions were a strain
Until about brilliant Bernie did complain
Just because people prefer my sound advice
Was paid handsomely which was very nice.

Just how handsome do you have to be
When you are in competition with me
With talkative staff started to scrimmage
One had a professor and grandfather image.

All of this did come up with a certain feel
That to younger voters would have appeal
To make sure and eliminate all of the doubt
Made sure young women were not left out.

Closer and closer campaign competition became
Who would be President receiving glory and fame?
But what if your shoddy support were to lack
We should go in search of some Super Pack.

Bernie went door to door and bell after bell
Said, Don't vote for Hillary Dillary in the Dell
By my blessed appearance you could have been
With me and wrinkled clothes looking like a ruffian.

Heard some say I surely look like a Sherlock
At home with pipe in mouth which is a crock
And in front of home we do have a doormat
Saying I have become a stubborn Democrat.

What if old Holmes's hat I were to wear?
Do you think this would start a new scare?
At least mine is much better the Ben's brain
Thinks Egyptians in Pyramids store their grain.

But when by many who Ben they all adore
Are told he dropped out and ain't in race anymore
They did discover something about Ted Cruzer
Is a bruiser, blunt, big bully and a lalapaluzer.

Any dirty tricks, you pick, and Cruz has tried
Lied about original country where he did abide
And when atmosphere became dull and grim
Why would one more Republican vote for him?

Cruz has sold his own party down the drain
Republican voters for him have much disdain
Discovered greener on Democrat side is the clover
So if Republican or undecided come right on over.

I think Republican Right is know as Tea Party
which consists of a huge bunch of malarkey.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
April 16, 2018 at 8:10 AM
Interesting CODE Special Double Agent Thesarious. I am positive you are a professional Double Agent. Codenamed Horatio H. Definitely not The Middle of the Road DOSSIER for you. Politics and lobbying...it's a bitch.
Horn Avatar
April 16, 2018 at 12:00 PM
How did you find this poem anyway. My real names is Jonathan Thesarious Hilarious Horn for some types of poems. It is James Serious Mysterious Horn for others.
A   Avatar
February 7, 2016 at 3:52 AM
Nice
A   Avatar
February 27, 2016 at 12:55 AM
I don't get it
Horn Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 6:09 PM
http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/my_poems_searched.aspx?enteredSearch=Hillary
George   Avatar
February 6, 2016 at 2:00 PM
Very observant take of the politicians, James.
George   Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 6:53 PM
Hi James, Did you have the right Elaine George? Mine avatar has a picture of a church with a steeple with a cross listing to one side. I am from Ontario, Canada. Elaine
Horn Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 6:08 PM
http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/my_poems_searched.aspx?enteredSearch=Hillary
Horn Avatar
February 6, 2016 at 2:56 PM
EG, Thanks and saw you on FaceBook. Jill and I originally were from Redmond near Seattle. Jim Horn
Vaso Avatar
February 6, 2016 at 11:35 AM
Very good! :)
Horn Avatar
February 6, 2016 at 11:55 AM
Thanks. And I think friend you mentioned had a poem of the day that I responded to. Right? Jim Horn
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