(Inspired by an article by Jonathan Martin.)
Romney needs a fresh face if he wants to run for Prez;
Maybe grow a moustache or sport a bright red fez.
He hasn’t a connection with the great dishabille masses;
They are flowing to his cause like benumbed molasses.
Politicians snug in office do not care to wager
That Romney can become their party’s guaranteed drum major.
It’s true he raises greenbacks like nobody else can do,
But money isn’t ev’rything (so goes the ballyhoo).
Iowa don’t like him, cuz he’s still a Mormon frump;
But up in old New Hampshire he is guaranteed a trump.
The Oval Office calls to some, in mystic chords of wonder;
For others, maybe Romney, it becomes a lifelong blunder.