There once was an old horse named Kap
who talked just to hear her lips flap
when her hero left town
she proclaimed with a frown
"to Cincy I must take my crap"
She enlisted her favorite pally
a girly man we know as Gally
You could hear them both say
"how did Griff do today"
as they tried to pick fights in the alley
Now she comes here a wolf in sheep's clothing
brings for Junior her hate and her loathing
but she messed with a man
who can kick her big can
our Red Roser just gave her a hosing.
Now the streets of our Redszone are free
for sick poets like TC and me
and if the old nag don't like it
she can pack up and hike it
back to Seattle, where her "enlightened approach" is much more appreciated....