There was an old woman named Hillary Clintí
Whose crooked foundation would make her a mint,
But now though she smiles, she has clearly the hump
Between J. Assange and her nemesis, Trump.

Then onto the stage stepped a fellow named Gowdy,
And Hillaryís future looked even more cloudy
As Trey upped the stakes on her dodgy e-mails,
Unlike Comey, unimpressed with her tall tales.

She ummed and she arred, but all to no avail,
It isnít her illness that makes her look pale,
But rather the fact that now all of us see
The hub of this vast left wing con-spiracy.

October 27, 2016

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