Sorry, WHAT?
How now will the patriotic defenders of democracy regard Don?
What of his witterings on his Divine/Presidential right to pardon?
A call on which both Jeff and Don Junior most deafeningly agree?
I believe I heard Don perfectly clearly, but if I didn’t, pardon me.
Muttering Away.
What a pity for poor Mr Spicer,
All he got was pain and strife,
Will his sad life now get nicer
Now he can get a (quiet) life?
After all Sean’s double talk
Don has single-mindedly spoken,
Sean’s shuffled off for a quiet walk,
Oh, long may the silence be unbroken.
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.
Speaking ‘Merican.
Don plopped down beside Vladimir just after dessert,
A little- ahem, Big Boys bonding session couldn’t hurt?
But Vlad speaks no English, he needs his interpreter to,
And since Don has lost his translator, Vlad’s lad would do.
Some people speak of collusion,
He translates that with confusion,
What Don says Vlad is rapt to hear,
Which is so flattering to Dons ear.
At the end of the one-way talk Don was amazed to find
Vlad hadn’t contributed much, in fact little came to mind,
But when handed their transcript of what they said he said
The things he’d agreed to had sounded different in his head.
Camera Shy?
The body cameras in which Minneapolis’ finest invested
Would look impressive if they hadn’t remained untested.
When one turns off a camera doesn’t one turn a blind eye?
If so, the one question we look to the Police for is- why?
Son Of A Gun.
It’s tense around the Presidents inner sanctum,
Lately Donald’s been throwing the odd tantrum,
Criticism of his tweeting is bound to get his ire up,
But mention Russian meddling and see Don really fire up.
Fealty and loyalty to El Presidente is a prerequisite,
And that’s not too much to ask of mere hirelings, is it?
But doubt him and he’ll stomp around till the walls shake-
Don’t talk of walls now though, that’s no borderline mistake.
On tippy toe, ever so silently round Don his serfs go-
Spicer’s reduced to blinking once for yes, twice for no,
Lately family, like Ivanka, stand in and speak on his behalf,
But nepotism’s over now, Don Juniors dumber than the staff. *
* Yeah, I know, the last line is un-PC these days. Whatever.
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?
