I was inspired to write this parody by this rec list diary.
The Tale of Willard Mitt's Pile
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a clueless twit,
Who wants to be our president,
His name, Slick Willard Mitt.
They headed to old London town,
On a "charm offensive" course,
So Mitt could play the statesman/clown,
And watch his dancing horse, yes, watch his dancing horse.
The press, they started getting rough,
The clueless Mitt was lost.
It seems that the speaking of an unnamed aide,
Had come at quite a cost, had come at quite a cost.
Then Mitt set ground on the shore of this,
The largest British Isle.
With arrogance,
And insults too,
This billionaire and his wife,
Their dancing horse,
Etch-a-sketch and Walrus man,
Anglo-Saxons with style.
So this is the tale of the candidate,
Mitt's tried for a long, long time,
He's always had the best of things,
Never had an uphill climb.
So Etch-a-Sketch and Walrus too,
Will do their very best,
To make it seem Mitt's plausible.
To lead the whole US.
No cops, no schools, no firemen,
We'll have austerity,
While cutting taxes for the richest few,
As greedy as they can be.
So join us in November friends,
And end his quest so vile,
Yes, cast your vote for progress,
And defeat Slick Willard Mitt's pile.
Updated to fix last line, changed from "ole Willard Mitt" to "Slick Willard Mitt."