When I was a Weepy
I was in great nick
But I took a decision
Which did not click
My handlers told me
Now you must fall sick
As a Chairman I felt
I too had some choice
Not yet a President
At least I was a Vice
They wanted me only
As "His Masters Voice"
Now I shall pack bags
And forget any crown
I used to be a lawyer
Though not of renown
Too big for old jacket
I still fit in my old gown
I think I am still popular
Must sponsor an event
My plan is quite unique
Without any precedent
If I contest SCBA polls
I can still be a President!