The good Francis readies himself to meet his Presidential guest,
Frankly, sometimes this high position to which he’s been blessed
Gives his Holiness’ powers of diplomacy and faith a severe test;
Not rolling his eyes Heavenwards took all the will he possessed.
Keeping a keen eye on the proceedings is Donald’s devoted daughter,
For what thirty-five years of observing dear old Dad has taught her
Is he has a highly spiritual side even if he’s really no pontiff supporter;
It’s whispered he gets his religious instructions from a lower quarter.
Don strolled self-assuredly down the Tel Aviv runway,
He reached for Melania’s hand in a husbandly way,
With a stony look she batted it scornfully away,
Such an eloquent way of saying what she wishes to say.
On his first flight our President moans and bitches,
The witch hunt is on, which he sees as most unfair,
In these first 100 days he’s had his share of glitches
So it’s GREAT Fox will take his- not fake- word to air.
Then leave ’em polished, constantly spinning up there.
The news the Left wing media rolls out and pitches
Make his dream trip on Air Force One a nightmare,
Pressure is building on his mind and in his britches,
And Nut Jobs note is proving a pain in the derriere.
Will Don come clean, or rely on flameproof underwear?
Roger Ailes has gone up to meet his Redeemer,
The hard-nosed old news hound is going home,
Saint Peter looked up at the abrasive old schemer
Then back down to check him in his weighty tome.
Rog watched the febrile fingers creep down the page;
A blessed eternity was what the saint was going to take,
Oh, Good Lord, you’re still using books in this digital age?
Couldn’t You update the Pearly Gatehouse, for Pete’s sake?
Rog grumbles as Saint Peter kept short sightedly looking,
Till Saint Peter found a note to which to Rog he gladly relayed,
‘The Management regrets that it has transferred your booking,
You poor soul, don’t you recall that Damned great deal you made?’
Donald seeks his leaks here, he seeks leaks there,
He’s determined to stuff that leak- like Obamacare,
Yesterday he was sadly saying to the Russian Ambassador,
‘Sergey, you’re the only one I can talk to about it anymore.’
Security Directive #13 To The President. (URGENT.)
Sir; Please remove head from butt;
Place foot in mouth to keep mouth shut.