Feminine Wilds

Sir, a space trip was scheduled for Boxer.

But, first things first, we had to de-louse her.

We used lice shampoo

As we normally do

And now, nothing's alive to detox, sir!

Robbing TARP brought "Mad Max" disgrace

But an ethics committee granted her grace.

I'd be OK

To see crime pay

If she would just put a tarp over that face.

Nancy chats every day with apparitions

And feminist ghosts gave her a mission.

On the streets of Frisco

Do a nude disco

And men's eyes were put out of commission.

The high priestess sat down for a new 'do

After her stylist had contracted a bird flu.

No bird's virus she got

Though she inhaled a lot.

She just killed a chicken and made voodoo.

"Mitches", she tweeted the Right.

Dressed in pants three sizes too tight.

I'd wish for Beyonce

To become Satan's fiancee

But she'd lose to Michelle in a cat fight.