There’s a lot of feyness to Obama, a little doubt as to the testosterone quotient in his DNA. Michelle seems more heavily testosterone laden than he. What is it Obama sees when he looks in a mirror, as he often does?

Is he mister, is he missus

He knows not, our own Narcissus

In the mirror he sees beauty

Saving worlds his clear cut duty

Speaking ill of his own nation

Surely will inflate his station

Seeing thus his own reflection

Smiles in humble genuflection

Knows for certain he is seeing

One superb and shining being

Firm and bold, an alpha mister

Born to ride the screaming twister

Thus he stands before the mirror

Knowing not there’s nothing queerer

Than a man, a true narcissus

Seeing not that he’s a missus