But can you make it rhyme?

If elected, I shall promise
Permanent enfluctions,
Far beyond the prolous storn
Bemording any bructions.
I flord the plome, and though I claim
Perfluctory dismission,
I clarm my serds with gule and clore,
And flord without verstition.

I am the dandicate you trind;
Opponets skirm the tward.
They froot and frilbish, plith and stoon;
They stengolosh the spoord,
But I flord the plome, I flord! I flord!
Oh listen to my wreab!
Beyond the purfious sween of bulg
I flord in glovious dreebe!