Sarah's Caribou

Sarah was sitting and thinking aloud what would she say to the Washington crowd? Sunset is awesome, Alaska is cold women must fight for their rights and be bold. Over the strait amber lights just came on hours to wait until Sunday and Dawn. Sarah's still smartin', the press is so mean dreams of departing the northernmost scene. Shutters reflecting from across the divide Sarah detecting two humps of pale hide. Yes, it it Putin, flashing his grin now he is tootin, Barrack will win. Lights are too dim when Sarah takes aim, shame it is him then, end of the game. Says to the jury, yes it is true hell hath no fury, strange caribou!