Kamala

In a land where politics reigns supreme,  
Kamala Harris had a rather wild dream.  

She strutted her stuff on the big debate stage,  

But left many folks feeling quite disengaged.  

The Democratic Party, with furrowed brows,  

Declared, “Kamala, we need to talk now!”  

“Your speeches, dear lady, need polishing fast,  

Or we’ll be the laughingstock, oh what a blast!”  

So off to Phoenix U she went with a sigh,  

To learn how to speak without making us cry.  

In Public Speaking 101, she took her seat,  

But the class looked on, knowing she was offbeat.  

“Remember,” said the teacher, “it’s all in the pause,  

Don’t just ramble on without cause!  

And when you get nervous, just take a deep breath,  

Or you might just debate… like you’re flirting with death!”  

But Kamala, no slouch, had a quip up her sleeve,  

“Joy cometh in the morning, I just need to believe!  

And hard work is good work,” she boldly declared,  

But the students just snickered, well aware she was scared.  

In debate class, she practiced her jabs and her jests,  

But every time she spoke, it was like a game of chess.  

“Is it my turn? Oh dear, what did I say?  

I’m just here for the coffee—can we pause for a break?”  

Yet as days turned to weeks, she fumbled and flailed,  

The class knew her charm was mostly regaled.  

With laughter and lessons, they couldn’t quite cheer,  

“Maybe she’ll learn, but we’re not holding our beer!”  

So here’s to Kamala, with grace and with flair,  

Navigating the spotlight, a true debater’s dare.  

“Joy cometh in the morning,” she declared with a grin,  

But the class rolled their eyes, “Here we go again!”  

With hard work as her mantra, she tried to take flight,  

But it’s hard to rise up when you’re not quite polite!