Ralph Northam

is north of Dumb

and south of Pitiful Pass;



wants your guns,

your faith, your fun,

and damn, he’s old and crass;



he better send

the single men

without kids and wives;



the patriot’s den —

the woods, the glens —

is packed with guns and knives.



Ralph Northam

is dumb and glum,

a bottom-feeding bass;



If he starts the war,

if he knocks on doors,

he and his push grass.

Disclaimer: Not a call to revolution, but simply a prediction of the reaction that very well may ensue.