The Ballad of Stormy D.*

This is a tale of a woman;

Stormy is her name.

One little fling with a fellow

Became her claim to fame.

 

She met a rich man in Tahoe.

He was married. So what?

It seems as though the rich golfer

Was there to do more than putt.

 

Stormy, the porn star, was

A wonder to behold.

He forgot about wifey

And baby a few months old.

 

(The little affaire de coeur

Doesn't mean that he's bad.

Some say he was bewitched;

Others would call him a cad.)

 

How long everything lasted,

Only the two will tell.

She claims it lasted for months

Before he said farewell.

 

Let's move ahead ten years.

The real estate mogul planned

To procure for himself the highest

Office in the land.

 

Somehow the mogul's attorney

Transferred a large amount--

One hundred thirty thousand--

Into her bank account.

 

'Twas money to keep her quiet--

Money to make her hush.

(When you've got money, you

Can afford to make people shush.)

 

The mogul became the leader;

But somehow the story leaked out.

Leader and lawyer were livid.

What had become of their clout?

 

A technicality

Nullified their deal--

According to Stormy's attorney--

So she had the right to squeal.

 

Both of the parties can now

Battle it out in court.

Let this be a lesson

Before you choose to cavort.

 

Just a warning, Stormy:

Don't let yourself get burnt.

Your episode was consensual;

It's said that for him others weren't.

 

We know, Mr. President,

You have a lot on your plate.

Is this one of your ways

Of making America great?

 

-by Bob B (3-9-18)

*This is a different version of the salacious scandal--this time in ballad form.