V’s for VIP, well, maybe near,
P’s for president, more than VEEP’s peer,
W’s for wishes he were here,
A’s for alternative, if pres. is on a bier,
Y’s for yesterday’s bore, post one or two terms of four.

After two, can’t do no more.

VP way’s meant to be number 2,
VP way: you ain’t got much to do.
After the pres. steppin’; ceremonial chores schleppin’,
unless running things are you.

V’s for vampire that was holding sway,
P’s for pres. Renfield, told what to say,
W weren’t worried, though his mind was blurry,
A’s for antechamber where the coffin rests by day,
Y’s for yahoo or a yellow hawk that hawked a war.

WMD: zero score.

VP way had veered and gone askew,
VP way changed number 1 to 2.
Massive power abuse that nearly cooked the country’s goose.
VP way had changed the rules.

VP way hijacked by ghoul;
fronting for him was a fool.
The VEEP was always bad news, as when his friend’s face he shot.
VP way has now resumed—
former one’s mainly entombed
in his lead-lined bunker room.

Replaced by the comics’ boon.