Heavy fog this morning-I sat under a tree until it had swirled away a bit-I couldn’t see more than a few feet down the trail...
Expecting Hillary to be grilled
I hear effusive praise instead
I feel as if someone has thrown
A bucket of syrup over my head-
She’s being verbally petted so
It sounds like she’s a horse-
A mare who has won the Derby,
And deserves kudos, of course
Maybe her “questioners” will sink
Back into their primordial ooze
Lest we are driven to nausea
Every time we hear the news
I honestly expected one of her admirers to put that big wreath of flowers around her neck as everyone applauded-she is just doing what she always does-playing dodge ball...
A+++
Outstanding! One of your best.