Pelosi's retiring, Oh glorius day.
She can hop on her broomstick and fly far away.
Fly back to Frisco, or fly back to Hell.
They're interchangeble, she should do well.
 Protecting her hubby, from his drunk paramours.
Drive him to drinking and getting drunk more.
She can chow down on ice cream 24-7.
She can get her hair done at "Harpy's Hair Heaven"
She can catch up on facelifts, she's starting to melt.
She can wallow in luxury and nonexistant self-guilt.
She can fix her dentures or use fixadent.
She can cry in her beer, where has the time went.
She could visit abortion clinics looking for blood.
Or walk down the street, side-stepping the crud.
What becomes of old witches, when they retire.
Do they live off the filthy lucre, they've acquired.
Let's hope to high heaven she never returns.
Let's hope those bridges finally burn.
It's high time for Nancy to sit home and stew.
To heat up her cauldron and cook up her brew.
 Cast a few spells, cook some kids in her oven.
More midnight flights with her witches coven.
Be happy in Frisco, to them you're the best.
You fit right in, "The Wicked Witch of the West".
D.L. Crockett -- 11/28/22