Was it getting too hard, Sarah Palin?
The whole “being the governor” gig?
All those papers to sign
And liberals to malign?
Responsibility just too big?

Did you lose track of time, Sarah Palin?
You had more than a year to complete.
Do you just slam the door
When you can’t take anymore
And expect to land on your feet?

With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the governor that day,
The media mob was gathered to hear all he had to say;
So when he spoke of Christian values, and how it made him feel,
A pall-like silence fell as they heard the whole schlemiel.

The governor, his brow with sweat, began to ramble on,
He spoke of love forbidden and waking up at dawn
He spoke of hiking up and down, the Appalachian trail,
When in his heart he knew down deep, that this was just a tale.