(Sung to the ballad of, The Beverly Hillbillies)

Come and listen to my story about a woman named Sarah,

A former unknown mayor, based on Alaska terra,

And then one day she was shootin’ at a moose,

And up through the mail come an offer to choose,

From Big John McCain that is, for vice president, national stage, riches.

Well the first thing you know, Sarah’s a media star,

The kin folk said, Sarah, smear them Democrats with tar,

Said destiny is the place you ought to be,

So she loaded up the Humvee, and moved to D.C.

Washington that is, bureaucrats, nincompoops.

Well Sarah took it on herself, to wield the holy axe,

To denigrate them liberal traitors, through baseless mean attacks,

And though it was clear, she didn’t have a clue,

She filled up all her air time, with mindless ballyhoo.

The fact it didn’t work, and she got voted down,

Didn’t change her stance, as an unqualified clown,

And when John McCain, had to concede the race,

Sarah wanted equal time, to satisfy her place,

In history that is, presidential libraries, legacies.

She’s gonna run again, you know it in your heart,

Despite the wide perception, she’s everything but smart,

She’ll spend the party money, on clothing luxury,

Until once again she’s proven, a gigantic lia-bil-ity,

To the party that is, as long as there’s liberal socialist traitors to smear,

And small countries to threaten.

So now it’s time to say, goodbye to Sarah and her kin,

And she would like to thank her voters, for dropping ballots in,

You’re all invited back in four years, for more of this agony,

To have a heapin’ helpin’ of her chi-can-ery,

Political that is, nonsensical banter, twisted facts.

Put up your feet. Try on some new expensive shoes you bought. Sit a spell. Ya’all come back now Sarah, ya’ hear?

Copyright 2008 Sammonsays.

   By:

   Columnist – John Sammon