Anyone over the age of three will remember the political year of 1998. Beauty does have its privilege, and vice versa.

Message was clear throughout the year,
Pulchritude seeing controls our being:
Multiplexing Oval sexing, utterly vexing,
Lie bought, Pres caught, back he fought.
Accuser, looks lacking, got a media whacking,
Her story shunned, her name befunned.

Be sure, be pure, be certain to the core
Despite all protest, in spite of all lore,
In law and truth it’s looks that matter,
Duty determined by slender or fatter —
If a ten she was, or even a niner,
They’d say, “There was never finer!
So stop this playing of footsie and Hob,
Let’s get on with the nation’s job,
Government and perjurer can’t be wed,
Remove the liar from the country’s head!”