Oh, behold the No-Show Sisters,  

Sara and Imee, our beloved twisters.  

One skips hearings, one skips proclamation,  

Politics is clearly not their game.

Sara ducks the budget talk,  

While Imee’s absence leaves us in shock.  

The nation asks, “Where did they go?”  

Perhaps a vacation, we’ll never know.

Commitments call, but they just yawn,  

Smiling as their duties are withdrawn.  

Oh, what weight must rest on their crown,  

Maybe it’s time they step down.

Banished to where the shadows creep,  

To realms where promises fall asleep.  

No more no-shows, no more delay,  

Just let them slip, and fade away.