Is there a souflee yet to fall, a fur-
ther straw, has yet another egg untracked
been left unbroken? Now we learn that Turd-
blossom has found new ways to spin and stack
his endless stash of cherries, and you, dear Hill,
choose to snack on this forbidden trash,
and pass it on as fact. Who foots the bill –
not today but down the line? Not cash
but smear and innuendo may well be
the wages of this din. What mischief will
McCainiacs spin from your hypocrisy?
What supers do you think will drink this swill?
If there’s a recipe, please let us know...
But gormands say it’s time for you to go.