Poems of the Week

Ode to Kayleigh McEnany

by Chris O’Carroll

Now number three is out the door,
Let’s welcome mouthpiece number four.
She was a birtherism flack
In 2016. Now she’s back.
Whatever view he spouts is hers;
She parrots just as he prefers.
When he claims he’s on top of things,
That anthem is what Kayleigh sings.
She says that he has never lied.
She’s obviously qualified.