Old White was feeling anxious
Because Bill Clinton had
Sex when he felt rambunctious
But not like any cad:
He did it with an intern
Whom he had access to—
Enough to make White’s skin turn
An even paler hue—
Because he held great power,
“He had more chance than I”
Old White was seen to lower,
“Who am a poor Small Fry.”
And so forever after
Old White raised up his fist,
Slamming it down—no laughter
To moderate his gist:
“Therefore I hate that woman
Who stood fast by her man,
A loathing grown uncommon:
I loathe because I can.”
He held his grudge forever
When all the world forgot
The scandal and forgave her
But Old White he did not.
When she be dead and buried
Old White yet will exhume
His own lust which miscarried
To spit upon her tomb.
“That woman! Oh, that woman!”
Old White was heard to say,
But Time’s floods kept a comin‘
And washed Old White away.
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