Biden be tryin' to sail under the radar as a raucous summer draws to a close, arrr!
2024-09-02
The captain o' the land be back at his hidden cove in Rehoboth Beach, matey, hardly breaching the surface as his duties sailed on. The townsfolk be understandin', yet lamentin' the lost joy of scoopin' ice cream with their jolly leader! Arrr, what a treasure missed!
Arrr mateys, gather 'round fer a tale of the captain of the landlubbers, the president himself, who be holed up in his secret cove of Rehoboth Beach, Del. Like a scallywag hidin' from the storm, he hardly set foot upon the sandy shores, busy with the weighty matters of the high seas of politics, aye!The good folk of Rehoboth, bless their hearts, understood the need for their captain to stay in his cabin, plottin' and schemin' like a true buccaneer. But lo, they be feelin' a wee bit forlorn, for they missed the sweet taste o’ ice cream shared with their commander. 'Tis a shame when a pirate can’t indulge in a scoop or two whilst swappin’ tales o' adventure and mischief!
So the townsfolk be lamentin’, "Where be our captain? We be wantin' to share a frosty treasure with him!" But alas, the duties of a leader be callin’, and the crew must carry on. With a wink and a nod, they’ll wait fer the day when their captain emerges from his hidey-hole, ready to dive headfirst into a mountain o’ creamy delight! Aye, may the winds of fortune blow him back to their shores soon, 'fore the ice cream melts away!