Category Archives: Donald Trump

The ways of Emmanuel and Don’s diplomacy are strange to behold. Their meeting and greeting had all the elements of a french farce.

International Men Of Mystery.

Is it not great to see the blooming Bromance
Between the Presidents of the great States, and France?
First chummy handshakes, then Gallic hugs and air kisses
On cheeks that turned to receive more hits than misses.

My, don’t those two guys get on well?
There is a kinship there, can’t you tell?
As they clown around like kid and older brother
Their wives look quizzically on, one to the other.

Brigitte’s beginning to wonder if she’s lost her mystique,
Melania’s inclined to believe Dons Stormy denials after this week,
Now Mrs Trump and Mrs Macrom may call to console Mses Clinton and Merkel,
Their two jerks ain’t inclined to invite many woman into the Old Boys circle.

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President Putin wins his election, and the world clamors to congratulate him on his narrow victory. Well, one word leader does.

Con       gratulations?

Russia is electing their President, and it’s the same again,
‘All hail President Putin’ is the Kremlins enduring refrain,
Vladimir’s grasp on power is relentlessly ongoing
The ‘popularity’ of the President shows no signs of slowing.

Now Don ill-advisedly phones in his congratulations and delight
Since Putin has dazzlingly won his democratic election… right..?
Yet for Donald the epithet ‘Democrat’ is such a damn dirty word,
He, Vlad and Xi Jinping think leader for life is the term preferred.

Vlad feels he- alone- is fit to serve,
To oppose him takes resolve- and nerve,
Vlad’s electoral victory is unsurpassed
Since his opponents tend to come in dead last.

 

Donald on the down-low; Stormy Daniels getting the cash, McCabe getting the push. Who says Don is a petty President?

Lies In The Eyes Of The Beholder.

Donald was all for political leaks
In the elections frantic final weeks,
Then a whistle-blower was a patriot,
Now Donald is President, they’re not.

Since Donald’s butt is in the hot seat
All he does is bleat and Tweet,
Now Donald’s no whistle-blowers friend,
Demanding all this disloyalty must end.

Andy McCabe spoke out of turn
And is the latest one to learn
That Donald brooks no dissension
If you want to collect your pension.

Yes, it’s best for you to stay mute
About Donald and some massively cute
Woman he came accross on the golf course;
Don doesn’t want to cough up for a divorce.

No, best to keep that story hushed,
Don might emerge red and flushed,
When it comes to a marital moral lapse
Don is keen to keep it all under wraps.

Dons lawyer has done his expensive best
For Stormy to keep it close to her expansive chest;
Could Melania believe its all a storm in a double DD cup?
Don should’ve busted the bank to stop this going ti-… belly up.

 

Rex Tillerson and Donald Trump, a parting of the ways. Who’d have thunk it?

Such Sweet Sorrow.

It’s goodbye to Rex, ex Secretary of State,
The latest to find Don’s America ain’t so great,
He suspected Mueller, not he, would be going next,
But the Great Man fired him, and predictably, by text.

Could that be a tic twitching on his cheek?
From a weary eye do we see a teardrop leak?
How bravely Rex strains to remain comported
But his mask of a face seems strangely contorted.

Does old Rex look sad and forlorn?
Perhaps it’s my eyes, but I could’ve sworn
That only yesterday Rex looked much older,
A man bent of back and stooped of shoulder.

We haven’t seen this face of Rex for a while,
That glum morose face enlightened by a smile,
He used to always flash that slick oily smile once:
Where’s it been hiding for the last fourteen months?

Communicating with the President is a tough call for Hope Hicks.

Out Of The House.

In her dealings with the everyday madness at Dons funny farm
Ms Hicks has dealt with the in-patients with patience and calm,
She has dealt with infantile rants and rages with some aplomb,
Quietly remaining a trusted rock in the Trumpian maelstrom.

But after an enlightening little nine-hour talk
Hope seems happily resigned to take a walk,
She told them she’d told a few little white lies,
What they told her widened those innocent eyes.

She follows in the footsteps of many who’ve gone before,
Dubke, Spicer, Scaramucci, now Hicks and how many more?
Donald sits in the middle of another great big steaming mess;
Who dares hope to control his eruptions knowing he’s Hope less?

Donald and the NRA’s Mr LaPierre see there’s a problem with school shootings. They looked at it, and, boy, have they got the problem cracked!

Principles Of School.

The Prez ponders on the question of the latest school shooting,
The NRA have found an answer that they’re keen on contributing,
The first priority for a teacher is to be a passable problem solver,
The second, say the NRA, is to aim to be be first class with a revolver.

Don and the firearms manufacturers think its a policy worth backing,
Although pupils may well be petrified knowing Sir or Ma’am is packing:
Those still attending Stoneman Douglas must feel a touch of concern-
Just how many bloody lessons does it take for one’s learned peers to learn?

And so, what did we learn at school yesterday?

Second Sight.

What hunter, in the name of heaven
Goes out a ‘hunting with an AK47?

What sportsman, in the name of Jesus Joseph and Mary
Needs more firepower than a bloody mercenary?

Who, in the name of Gods ever forgiving son
Needs something of the caliber of a Gatling gun?

Just ’cause you’ve a Second Amendment don’t mean you cain’t
Think a little like Solomon and use common sense and restraint?

But asking the NRA for any kind of control is wildly optimistic,
Mention that and those butt-heads are apt to go postal ballistic.