Category Archives: Mike Flynn

A happy new year to one and all. But it’s no holiday to have to work over the holidays, according to some.

Shut Down Till New Year.

Don sits in the dark White House alone and reminisces
Far from his Mar-a-Lago home and his loving missus,
Thinking of what good deeds he’s accomplished in ’18,
Then, of what a wondrous year it could have been.

He turned up the rhetoric at all his rallies
And turned his back on all of our allies.

Those wise-as advisers who came in, so highly vaunted
Left, at his disposal, eyes wide, downcast or haunted,
He’s disgusted his once trusted Lawyer keeps sayin’ he’s lying,
And just why must my learned counsel Mueller keep prying?

I’m all in favour of free speech
But I don’t care to hear ‘impeach.’

Back in ’16 I made a solemn promise I have yet to fulfill,
To build my wall and hand Mexico the six-billion-dollar bill,
It grieves me greatly, friends and neighbours, if I may say so,
To get El Presidente’s middle finger but not one single peso.

Hopefully, soon, good government will resume
Even allowing for the elephant in the room.

Nothing to see, hear, nothing to speak of. So Don says.

Loud Crowd.

How Donald Trumps siren call rang out-
Hills was guilty, of something, anything, ain’t no doubt,
No need to fact check-
She looks a likely suspect-
‘Lock her up, lock her up!’
And his phalanx of feeb- free thinking patriots took up the shout.

Now how deathly quietly they turn and listen to hear if Flynn
Receives word from Don on high to speak no sin,
As the dots begin to connect
Might Don speak to Mike direct?
Do something, anything to shut him up,
Sternly advise him to take a deep breath and…… hold… it… in.

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.

Donald Trump firing off tweets and salvos right centre and at whoever’s left . Perhaps he should take aim at the one to blame and blaze away at his blasted foot?

Cutting To The Chase.

One foul swoop, out goes the Chief-Of-Staff,
One more swift tweet, out sweeps the chaff,
Reince is following Flynn and Comeys unwilling example,
Looking over his shoulder lest he’s lost in the trample.

Donald Trump and Mike Flynn, a partnership that didn’t even begin.

What’s Not To Like, Mike?

Mike and Don are pals, buds, best friends in fact,
Don is secure in Mikes ability to think, then act.

In less than a month Mike made his impact,
Using fantastic skills of diplomacy and tact.

His chat on Russia to Pence WAS somewhat inexact;
Although, truth to tell, truth was all it lacked.

Indeed a playback showed we had been hacked,
Now how would his good- GREAT- friend react?

Up against the wall he knew Don well; He’d be sacke;
I anticipate a certain circle- of friends- is going to contract.