Marjorie Taylor Greene
Perhaps it is your spleen
That makes you seem so mean?
Maybe it’s your diet?
I would not want to try it.
Oh why can’t you be quiet?
Was there ever a machine
So dirty and unclean
As Marjorie Taylor Greene?
If one were ever invented
It would necessarily be scented
With essence of a soul demented.
But who would be keen
To maintain such a machine
As Marjorie Taylor Greene?
Better to nurture a vicious dog
Or raise a malignant hog
Or kiss a vagrant frog.
Neither princess nor queen
But corpulent and un-lean
She’s a tragedy, Marjorie Taylor Greene.
She cannot walk without infringing.
And when she talks, you can’t help cringing.
Even teetotallers can’t stop from bingeing.
The devil might turn devout
If the world could only live without
Such a ghoulish female lout.
Yes, we ought to have a screen
To keep us always safe
From the likes of Marjorie Taylor Greene.