'Bill, will the scandal never stop? '
'National Portrait Gallery -'
'You're painted where your pants don't drop, '
'But there's a shadow all can see.'
'That sneaky artist did admit'
'That when you were not there to pose, '
'There was a blue dress fit to sit.'
'And next to you, it's shadow shows, '
'And on your left side - not your right.'
'What dif'rence does it make I say? '
'We've got to get it out of sight.'
'Press the press - make it go away.'
'Bill, as I do my Prez campaign, '
'Who knows what all you're gonna stain! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I ever were to run for office, I would have you as my campaign manager. I love this poem, you are not afraid to tell the truth. Remarkable well written, shines with originality.