A Political Poem

Sandy, Woody, Deanna and Ben
Wouldn't go back to the table again.
They muttered, they stammered, They chewed their lips
They almost had a conniption fit!

With Uncle Dewey pulling their strings,
They gave away the beach,the fees and everything.
Now he's backing Claudia and Katie, so he'll be able
To have a seat at the Commissioners' table!

Silver Belle