best effect -- to the tune of a 1909 popular song, "My Pony Boy.")
ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Drumpf adores you, don' he, girl!
Take some heat,
then a seat on our highest court.
Plan, in sum...?
Just keep mum: you'll be soon confirm'd.
Antonin-Clarence kin! (Bader Gin-...? No-o-o-o!)
Oh, ConeyGirl!
ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Now you're Mitch's crony, girl.
Precedents...?
Founders' bents trump 'em -- so you say.
Wade v Roe...?
Gotta go, as does ACA.
Lexual. Textual. (Sexual...? Who-o-oa!)
Oh, ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Dems feel you're a phony, girl.
Immigrants
stand no chance. Long gun bearers thrive.
Peopl'of Praise
damn the gays. Where do you come down...?
COVID flays. World malaise. (End of Days...? Doh!!)
Oh, ConeyGirl.