Kayleigh Kayleigh Cockamamie
(aka Not McEnany Sense!)
McEnany
Hasn’t any
Brain cells in her head
Wait, there is one
But it is done
It’s finished with, it’s dead.
McEnany
Hasn’t any
Moral compass either
All she can do
Is stand and spew
Lies out like an old geyser
McEnany
Has got many
A histrionic plea
She likes to stir
Dressed up in her
Faux Christianity
McEnany, McEnany
Doubles down without any
Source or evidence
So she relies
On proven lies
Words of the President’s
Who likes to say
“I’ve won! hooray”
Because there are so many
Votes he disputes
By legal routes
Wins? He ain’t McEnany
And his Rude lawyer
Loves when a voyeur
Watches him (Giuliani)
That’s why he rants
“Tucked shirt! In pants!”
He couldn’t fool a granny
So McEnany
Hasn’t any
Where left to go she’s hiding
Behind Trump’s wheeze
Conspiracies
Of voters voting Biden