THE MESMERIZING KAMALA HARRIS SHOW

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Aug 26, 2024

THE MESMERIZING KAMALA HARRIS
She stayed in her corner, like Jackie Horner. 
And the muddy waters, flowing to her corner.
The baronet was rather tired! but won't retire.
Legacy is on the brink, dam it! he would not sink.
Bumpy roads ahead, and the driver, yes cannot drive.
The race was tight! Biden could not fight, that’s right.
Going Backward! and Forward, retreat is not an option.
It was moving swiftly, adopting a brilliant move of adoption.
Verse Two:
The plan was good Democrats approved it.
To race the Dogon mare! without reproved.
Yes! Donald beware, this mere 100% full proof.
That charming smile! surely will drive Trump wild.
And JD also! up the roof, knows he disapproves.
Folks this groovy woman! moves just like a bulletproof.
Smart sharp like a whip, yes the Presidency is hers to keep
Chances are! sending both Elephant, right back to sleep.
Verse Three:
A beautiful lady with Island Heritage! here is something new.
The moral of this poem, some are happy! others are sad so sad.
Look at her! So far so true, she is moving in an avalanche of blue.
Bringing back Roe V Wade too, giving Trump and Vance, the shoe.
Life will be very interesting, something to invest in living colors.
Run Kamala! your race has just begun, lots to do victory so close.
Fear not the Elephant idiots, moving slowly like molasses, at a trot.
The weight on your shoulder makes you older, and wiser, take a bow.
This chair is not new, you have been there before, on a different avenue.

Into the Mist Poetry Vol 9. Timeless Poetry Series
Kenvil Atkins Lewis / Poet for Raw Energy.





 

Tags: Happy, Love, Inspirational, Encouraging, Hope, Wishful,

 

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