There's a guy named Huck,
Not Finn, his worldview ain't right.
In his mouth foot hurls, then out comes sound;
He's kind of a dunce,
Goon: Gomer-guy mien.

Just a toothy shmuck,
A gnome, but he sells far right
Who've nobody else and think Gomer's good,
But he ain't too bright.

So listen very carefully,
He blabs erroneously;
Then his team says,
"What he did mean. . . ."

The bonehead sounds that you will hear
Must then by his flacks be made clear.
Could Dubya, the dense, be more clever?

There's a guy named Huck;
His view of the world ain't right
The world's only four thousand years young;
He ain't erudite

We listen for mendacity
But hear mental laxity:
Huck ain't keen
Up there in the bean.

This drone makes sounds that we must hear
Because election time's near
So to "heart" Huckabee? That's never.

There's a guy named Huck;
And those in his world think White
House; fantasy world will go right down
When he gets the shove
When the real world shows up
At the polls. . .gives the shove
To the Huckster. . .no love.
Shmuck.