There was a woman who stood in high heels,
She talked so long trying to make some deals.
Poor, poor DACA kids she said for eight hours straight,
Now we must decide what is to be their fate.
Little did she know how her words would play out,
As her true colors removed all doubt.
She had chosen to side with illegal aliens,
Instead of her fellow Citizens.
I prefer limericks:
There once was a broad named Nancy
The votes of illegals she’d fancy
So she read from her script
til her approval slipped
now her re-election looks chancy!