With my apologies in advance to the great poet and songwriter Gordon Lightfoot. Even though he is a Canadian. Imagine, if you will, to the tune of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald….
The legend lives on from the Shiawassee on down
of the great bitch they call Gretchen Whitmer
That bitch, it is said, never loses her head
with November defeat surely looming
She’s a load of horse shit piled up past her tits
still somehow that head remains empty
But a miserable cunt never gives up the hunt
when she smells a reckoning come early
She was the pride of the democrat side
like some beast that comes from Ann Arbor
As big liars go she was bigger than most
her lobbyists were all well rewarded
to be continued (come on! It’s a long ballad! No worries. Plenty of material to work with)