Poetry Corner — Kamala’s Problems

She had one job to do

Which she didn’t do;

He husband is white

And he’s also a Jew.

Dropped out without

A single primary vote

Slept her way into jobs

And worked for a scrote.

4 Comments

  1. Because I did not know the meaning of “scrote”, I looked it up and copied/pasted the definition.
    My comment was “moderated” into oblivion.

    Maybe the Moderator is a scrote?

    (cute poem, anyway)

  2. Roses are red, Violets are blue.
    On November 5, Harris–Whatever is through.

    She’s dumb as old Brandon, Promoted by coup.
    And being a Democrat, She don’t have a clue.

    Her speeches so goofy, Could sure use an editor.
    She first met Joe Biden, On “To Catch A Predator.”

    Her viewpoints are crazy, So no thank you please.
    She must have fallen out, Of some coconut trees.

    Her inane topics famous, We’ll hear more again
    From the yellow school bus, To the circles named Venn.

    She’s so unappealing, With a bothersome cackle.
    Her grating delivery, Makes one want to gackle.

    She and her word salads, Are about to get tossed.
    Come November 5, Voters will say “Get Lost!”

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