MCK is the home of a lady named Rose
She often likes to build rhetorical scarecrows
An angry blog post, she will compose
Filled with trollish nonsense, just like Jerry Droz
There’s a district Attorney of whom she’d like to dispose
She thinks his skill at prosecuting crooks completely blows
Any scurrilous gossip about him, she will presuppose.
When his PL lawsuit is tossed she unabashedly crows
Believes in conspiracy just like UFOs
Dr Ken and Salzman are her implacable foes
At Local Solutions she will thumb her blue nose
Wants to soak all the hippie protesters with a big fire hose
Old boy plutocracy is what she seeks to reimpose
It makes her so happy when the rich mans bank account grows
