(for Sheri Yee)
The night that I met Sheri Yee,
Conservatives were suffering.
The dark sky chuckled at our plea.
The future’s angels wouldn’t sing.
For there were facts – and did they sting!
The nation’s leader was a flake.
The GOP was dithering.
Liberty snored and didn’t wake.
But Sheri Yee brought chocolate cake.
In Bloomberg’s spite, I had my share.
Will voters learn, for Heaven’s sake?
To make predictions I don’t dare.
But to despair I won’t agree.
There’s hope. I just met Sheri Yee!