Monthly Archives: May 2017

Getting the treatment, according to Tiger.

Dropping In.

Lately it looks like Tiger Woods game is shot,
The ol’ back has given out on the swinging star,
Nowadays the bar is where he finds his sweet spot
But after sinking a few his driving’s not up to par.

A Florida trooper put a stop to his game,
Tiger pitched his story and hoped it would fly,
He claimed a cocktail of medication was to blame,
By the look in his eye that is a hopeless lie.

The Nine Day misguided tour, brought to you by Trump Travel.

Flitting About.

The Saudis succumbed to Donald’s charms
Once he reached out to ’em with his arms.

On to Israel with their message ringing in his ear-
That Jerusalem Embassy is no longer a capital idea.

There he stood quietly staring at the Western wall,
The cracks therein didn’t resonate with him- at all.

Approached the Pope, hoped he’d forgive every sin;
The Lords representative didn’t know where to begin.

The NATO photo shoot pictured him as grace personified
But somehow the friends he’d made didn’t see his best side.

Then home, and he’s over his travels if not his travails,
Hoping his son-in-laws luck in Russian roulette prevails.

Good manners maketh the man. If one thing Donald does not lack its an opportunity to show his best face, for posterity. Or is that the other way around?

Photo Bomb.

I’m telling those EURO losers at NATO
They’d better cough up what they owe,
As I colorfully chastise them I smugly know
My mug is illuminated by the spotlights glow.

As a bright light- that’s Right- is how my peers perceive me;
Even the Pope beamed beatifically, waiting to receive me.

My Alpha dog nature did begin to show
As we leaders lined up for the group photo,
I won’t be blocked by some crock from Montenegro;
I told my peers ‘I’m in front,’ they showed me where to go,

To hear ‘Donald Trump’s up front’ pleases me, believe me.
Whoa there, did my old oh-so-sensitive ears deceive me?

The spirit is strong in this one…

Penance For Your Thoughts.

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.