There was a crooked Pam,

Who walked a crooked mile,

She smiled for flashing cameras,

And climbed with crooked style.

She took a crooked check,

From Trump’s own shady pile,

Then looked away from lawsuits,

And played the game awhile.

A crooked grooming man had secrets,

With girls and private jets 

But Pam stayed in the present,

And silenced all Investigations.

Now fame has lost its spotlight,

But deals still stain her name.

The mile she walked was twisted —

And power was the aim.

They’ll run her for the White House,

To shield the ones with shame,

To guard the hidden empire,

And protect a poisoned name.