First Gentleman finds Madame Prez
In the Rose Garden looking glum.
He's feeling horny, so he says,
'How 'bout time out and go get some? '
Madame Prez is not in the mood,
Unemployment 40 percent,
Her ratings being barbecued.
She turns thumbs down to the First Gent.
He wanders back to the East Wing,
Wishing he could perk up his wife,
But no good news on anything,
Including first couple's sex life.
First Gentleman knows it's no fake,
Madame Prez does have a headache.
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