Kamala Harris
Vacationed to Paris
In search of applause and acclaim
She climbed up the ferrous steps
onto the terrace
As peasants below praised her name

Not one to settle,
Full of true mettle
To bring hope and change to the poor
She spied a sweet store
With a fancy tea kettle
And made all the staff shut the door

Full of great wisdom and vision
She faced a most daunting decision
Which one should be bought?
The kettle or pot?
The wrong one could cause her excision

The kettle that day was on sale
Finely crafted with lovely detail
But the pot was more black --
There was no going back --
Today the dark side would prevail

And Kamala felt so alive
Trusting all in the store would connive:
The true cost for vice
Was a D-E-I price
Of three hundred seventy-five

She waltzed from the store with great pride
To the Presidency she shall glide
She makes all the tough calls
That require real balls
No one else could be more qualified!