Ode to Gretchen

There once was a princess named Whitmer,
Who desired a bright baud to come laud her,
So in her budget did we gander,
A court poet and grandstander,
Here to exclaim to all landers,
in a very loud pander:
A new queen has been born a  Michigander.
It mattered so tinsy little,
That her accomplishments just piddle,
as long as remembered in a wonderful diddle,
While her staff accompanies on Nero’s fiddle.
Poor ‘half’ queen “you just don’t have a clue”,
Said the President and all of his crew,
In over your head,
The people need to be led,
Unfortunately just not by you,
RESIGN is the thing you should do.