Fox loses another friend. It’s almost as if somethings not quite right at the white noise station.

Cut Off In His Prime.

It’s goodbye to Mister O’Reilly,
How it pains him to be laid off,
The guy Fox ranked and paid so highly
Finds he, not those dames have been paid off.

Ask Bill how those base bitchy allegations hurt,
So many nasty ladies, so much scandalous talk,
All casting poor red-blooded Willy as a pervert,
Getting their claws into Foxes cock of the walk.

Losing those millions he was set to accrue
Is bound to stick painfully in his craw,
But worse, in his misogynistic view
Is ladies showing HIM the door.

Not quite knockin’ on Heavens door…

Chilly Reception.

The Jehovah’s witness have been banned
From President Putins cold soulless land,
No more seeing some sober suited group troop
Faithfully from door to door and stoop to stoop.

No more getting a dazzling smile and colourful tract-
The first lacking sincerity, the second, in fact,
Some think its an attack on the right to Belief,
For my ungodly family back East its a blessed relief.

The master communicator strikes again!

Sean Spicer illuminates another Press Conference with his usual skill and aplomb. Chemical weapons and a faulty memory about Hitlers history causes upset, and on Passover too. Perhaps he’s talked himself out of a job?

A Thinkless Task.

Poor hapless Sean must rue
His hopeless bumbling interview
As he babbled on the feeling grew
That he was showing how little he knew.

When he thinks it through-
Now there’s a novel thing to do-
He may think an apology is overdue,
But who expects Sean to think and talk too?

Past unfettered lips unwise words flew,
What a pity so few would prove to be true,
Someone get Sean a history of World War Two;
By his own words he has proved he hasn’t a clue.

United Airlines in disarray. Whoever said ‘All publicity is good publicity?’ An abject lesson in getting it wrong, and all recorded, for the record.

Wing Ding.

I sat down, pulled my belt tight
And waited for the plane to alight,
As the attendant surveyed the packed aisle
A frown of concern replaced her faux smile.

It appeared there had been an oversight,
Somehow, someone had overbooked the flight
And United had to find room for four of their crew.
Does bumping off fare paying customers seem fair to you?

NOW Uniteds CEO is being most contrite,
His host of Lawyers long to put this wrong right,
One trip from Chicago, Illinois to Louisville, Kentucky
Will cost him a billion bucks and his pension- If he’s lucky.

A little gallows humor? Finding a winner is becoming a murky affair.

Mad And Destructive Streak.

Donald is done with all those diplomatic talks,
So he throws up his arms- and his Tomahawks,
Fifty-nine missiles rocket through the hot Syrian air-
Now good buddy Vladimir’s face wears an angry red glare.

Putin is looking puzzled and pained,
Relations with Don are apt to be strained,
They’ll find its tricky building fences
Since someone’s taken leave of his senses.

The Kremlin comes up with all manner of crazy things,
Put Don in charge and Putin would pull the strings?
Vladimir, I fear you have an angry tiger by the tail,
Let’s pray cool heads- and the world- will prevail.

Chuck Berry goes, down the road apiece.

Promised Land.

How many a dreamy eyed wanna-be Rock star?
How many a shaggy haired raggedy jeaned T-shirted teen
Has plugged in their second hand but so precious guitar
And ripped into ‘Johnny B. Goode’, ‘Carol’ or ‘Maybeline’?
Or ‘Roll Over Beethoven’, ‘Come On’ or ‘Sweet little Sixteen’?
Or ‘Memphis’, ‘Almost Grown’,’Little Queenie’ or ‘Nadine’?

Whenever, wherever a hot band scorches some roadside bar
Within every blazing riff Chuck Berry’s spirit is heard and seen,
It would be a so much quieter and even sadder world by far
If Chuck Berry and his God given Gibson had never been.

Heating up in the Presidency. Don is off the golf course and loosening up a rule or two. Yet it feels like its back to business (as usual?) for the President.

Fossil Tool.

Climate Change interests Don not one jot,
His burning interest is fueled by profit not
That motley Environment Protection Agency lot.

Donald wants unfettered use of gas oil and coal,
So though fumes and fracking might take a toll
His trusty miners keep digging him and us into a hole.

Those irksome Environmental rules Donald CAN revoke-
And with one fell swooping masterful stroke
Americas climate control credentials go up in smoke.