In a land where leaders rise and fall, There came Kamala, known to all, With laughter oft and words so grand, Yet, in her wake, confusion's band. She was dubbed the "Border Czar", But borders, they did not go far, For under her, they did not mend, And thus, her subjects, they contend. Her staff, they changed like leaves in fall, Yet her speech, it did not change at all, Awkward, inauthentic, so they say, In her presence, many turned away. Her speeches filled with platitudes, Short and sweet, yet void of goods, To avoid her wrong, she'd laugh instead, A tactic used when words have fled. In meetings, unprepared, they claim, Her mind, not focused on the game, For reading briefs, she had no taste, In governance, she left much chaste. They call her actions, or the lack thereof, A comedy, not fit for love, From border duties to her laugh, Her competence, they do half-staff. In Chaucer's style, with jest and jest, We ponder, could she lead the west? With malapropisms, she doth speak, In leadership, most find her weak.