I sound like taxi stuff, But I'm kraut and slaw, Bubble and squeak, Rolled rice and beef, Maybe kimchi, raw?

Despite my name, I'm not the colt of a donkey, As the political plot, with a stubborn mascot, when I was born hadn't yet started, In fact, I was the start, of the blue ties without a heart, to lead this bigoted country, So bigoted was I, that even when forced with constitutional law, I refused to do what was right for the people, forcibly departed

Extra gratitude on top of an honest pay. Except in the US, where it's something people depend upon every day.

Your nose, your eyes, your tap, your fridge, your car, your clock, a river under the bridge. None have legs, yet they all do this.

I am building a triangle, right. The first two sides are done, but the longest side is hard. Why does it have so many vowels?