Yawning metropolitan granite chasms beckoned.
Then, deep within their dusky depths,
echoed a plaintive cry of dispair and white hot anger.
"Not speak at the convention?
Just WHOOOOOOOOOO do they think they Arrrrrrrrre?".
Like a crusty pantsuit touched
by the redhot flame of desire,
her eyes flashed their defiance.
Her tremorous lips ooozing collegen,
she barked those fateful words.
"Bring ME the FBI files!"
Some where the sun is shining.
Some where hearts are gay.
But there is no joy in Beantown.
Hillery! Clinton has made her play.
Very clever! Timely and a nice, oblique reference to Casey at the Bat!