Open Question: Is this a fitting campaign poem?
Presidential Charter Flight
A charter plane so long and wide,
The candidates are all inside.
Each has a thousand bucks in hand,
To spread to folks across the land.
A single bill is held by one,
Tossed from the plane as if for fun.
Find that and be a happy man.
Beat that, Ms. Clinton, if you can.
She drew her money, bills of ten,
And tossed them for ten happy men.
McCain threw out a hundred bills,
A hundred happy men for thrills.
The pilot walked to where they threw.
"Enough from all of you.", he shouts,
He picked each up and threw them out.
As he then watched them out of sight,
He thought how that had felt just right.
He made two hundred million glad,
With this one thought that he just had.
The plane did not recieve a dent,
The pilot's now the president.
