Category Archives: Fox News

Had your fill of FAKE News? Well, remember, you heard it here First.

Stand up Comic.

Funnily I never thought the President was a funny ha ha bloke
But now the laugh’s on me, heh heh, and, seriously, l get the joke,
Hee hee, he’s hysterical, he changes history with one Master stroke-
He gathers the gullible, has a giggle to himself, then simply says ‘I misspoke.’

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I guess I’m gonna have to eat my words. Don wuz right about this fake news stuff after all. Iran, citizenship, Obama, lies- hard to believe, I know!

Foxing Around The Edges.

From his Great nights sleep Don slowly stirred,
He switched on the TV, to the channel preferred,
Some find Fox’s hyperbole hilariously absurd
But the President truly takes ’em at their word.

What a fine story greets the Great One on waking,
A secret Obama/Iranian dodgy deal Fox is breaking,
What a deplorable dirty tale Don can see, in the making,
The candor of Fox’s journalism is, frankly breath-taking.

Ain’t it a pity for Don truth was all the fable lacked,
The news he gleefully Tweeted Fox can scarcely retract,
The whole sorry story was false, FAKE NEWS, in fact;
One wonders if Don wants those Fox fibbers sacked?

If you pick up that remote you might click onto something, something perverse and sick. It might well shake a God fearin’ soul to their very bones. No, don’t go there! That channel will show you stories that will make your eyes pop and your poor head spin.

Faux News.

Here at Fox the truth is told,
We cling to the standards of old,
We ALERT you of freedoms under attack,
We’re proud to have our great Presidents back,
We mean the right one, not the one who’s bla… Barrack.

Some say we’re racist, but to be fair
Only poor folk benefit from Obamacare,
Now, under our highly esteemed President
That money that would’ve been poorly spent
Can go to tax cuts for Dons deserving one percent.

Its for OUR flag and country that we stand-
For a place for (w)all in this, OUR Great land,
We listen- too patiently- to those who try us,
Damn loathsome Liberals, the unrighteous and impious,
Unpatriotic Lefty immigrant lovers who accuse us- US! of bias.

The President takes a knee, where it matters, right in the Tweet spot.

Patriot Games.

Those who take the field, then kneel
Upset the mighty Chief a great deal.

It’s disrespectful to the ol’ red white and blue,
Some colours matter in his jaundiced view.

Those who don’t stand tall and proud-
Don glares incandescently at that crowd.

Watch how those baby blues of his smolder,
Seeing ’em, arms locked, shoulder to shoulder.

Don believes a servant/master relationship is required,
Kneel and stand every chance of the boss saying ‘you’re fired.’

Their lack of traditional respect is his darkest fear;
He gathers about him allies, friends, near and dear…

As Foxes fair and balanced report is repeatedly viewed
He feels some protesters have an uppit- negative attitude.

His flag not being revered is a sight Don really regrets,
A view shared by a veritable slew of his confederates.

The President looks into the eye of the storm, and what does he see?

Hitting Home Where It Hurts.

Don watched unhappily as Irma ripped through the Caribbean,
It was enough to whiten the face of the most bronzed Floridian,
In Maryland, monitoring Fox’s monitors his eyes grew ever bigger;
Camp David’s quite close enough to the action for this leading figure.

Donald certainly didn’t mind Cuba taking a hit,
Commies getting blasted worry him not one whit,
But when he sees the Land of the Free is in Irma’s path
Far too much prime Florida Real Estate is in line for a bath.

Now the size of the approaching apocalypse is finally grasped
He kneels, and together two tiny trembling hands are clasped,
A thought for the poor, the homeless, all those lost and scared,
And he prays, like a man possessed… that Mar-a-Lago be spared.

And now the Russia story goes on and on and Don and Don.

Don, Doubling Down.

All this talk of Russians and meet-ups
Don dismisses as ‘fake news’ beat-ups,
Don treats all but Fox with contempt and scorn,
But even he knows its bad news for his first born.

Don Senior cries ‘oh Don, my son, what have you done?’
Still, Don loves his children, even this misbegotten one,
But should Don give Don a bad name
In which Don lies the blame?

Donald, leave your troubles behind, fly off on a mysterious Middle Eastern holiday; Just hold on to your hat.

Practicing The Craft.

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?