Category Archives: James Comey fired

They line up on Dons White House floor, blithely unaware they’re standing on the trap door.

The Revolving Door.

Michael Flynn strode through Dons welcoming door
Little knowing the rapid turnaround he had in store.

Gone, thanks to Russian lies,
Don could only sympathise.

James Comey said his FBI would find more, much more;
Then, ignominiously HE was fired, a sort of Flynn encore.

I guess to James this came as no surprise,
He wouldn’t stop his his ears or avert his eyes.

In January we’d heard Spicers Trumpian oratory loftily soar,
By July he’s silently tumbling down a white House corridor.

For someone who’d praised Don to the skies
His departure didn’t move Don to eulogise.

Reince Priebus was looking down the barrel to be number four-
Now he’s gone and followed the footsteps of those gone before.

Amongst the few muted old guard GOP cries
Scaramucci’s howl of delight was hard to disguise.

Then a measly ten days after Don had unleashed his dog of war
The Mooch was torn from Dons side, despite the oath he swore.

Privately, Don admits his own picks seem unwise;
Who to trust to keep away prying eyes, and the FBI’s?

On which trusty loyal loyal pool of sycophantic fawning foo- fans to draw?
Don knows a Great deal as it dawns on him- THAT’S what family’s for.

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There’s a great deal of Devil in the detail, as the artful Don will tell you.

Two Of His Chosen Ones.

Don gave Sessions his contract, Jeff gave it his perusal,
‘Blind obedience, believe the unbelievable’- Dons usual;
When he makes an offer The Don doesn’t take a refusal,
So Jeff hastily signed on, time later for regret- and recusal.

With Comey going Don has another offer to extend,
He welcomed in Robert Mueller like a long-lost friend,
Would this crushing handshake and Dons limits never end?
Now he’s mulled it over, Bob suspects Comey started a trend.

Don’s picks know sniffing around his personal folder
Tends to make his warm and welcoming eyes smoulder,
Jeff and Bob are turning away, looking over their shoulder,
The balmy Mar-a-lago days have turned unreasonably colder.

The tale of a tape, or trying to splice and dice, to piece together the Don and Comey Comedy Show. Maybe its turning into farce?

Sound Bites.

Those tapes about Comey Trump brought up?
Just another fabrication Don thought up.

Now Don don’t like where the investigations going,
Just like his nose, Dons paranoia keeps on growing.

Now Robert Mueller may face the sack,
Bob, better shut your eyes or watch your back.

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?

It’s The Donald Trump Side Show and it is HUGE. Almost part two of previous post, but if Don can revisit history, can’t we all?

Shooting The Messenger.

Poor old James Comey has been fired,
He just wasn’t doing the job Don required,
Don believed he had to tell James to leave
For unfairly treating Ms Clinton, do you believe?

Now Mr McCabe stands in James’ place,
For Don, it’s same problem, different face,
Questions of Russian meddling keep growing
In spite of McCabe coming and Comey going.

What’s a poor misfiring President to do
Before his message to the FBI gets through?
Don’t like what Donald’s oligarchs do and say?
Donald would be obliged if you quietly look away.

Once loved by Don… now he is gone.

Dear Mr Comey,

Thanks for bringing Hillary’s e-mails into the public eye,
Your timing, before the election, was fortuitous I can’t deny,
Then, I applauded your determination to not let things lie,
Then, Mr Comey, Head of the FBI,
You were my kinda guy.

Now, today, though James,I must ask why
You have to continue to assiduously probe and pry,
To look into MY affairs, like some despicable spy?
So from my close advisers, Sergey Vlad and I
It’s dosevedanya… er, goodbye.