Category Archives: Rex Tillerson

Time for Mr Tillerson to get mobile.

Behind The Eight Ball.

Donald’s master plan for making America great
Involves an annual replacing of the Secretary of State,
Rex, time is up, Don’s patience has run short.

Don has no time or reason for reasoned debate;
Donald has decreed Rex has passed his use-by date;
I guess Don didn’t forget Rex’s moronic remark.

The reasons he can’t just fire Rex continue to vex and frustrate,
In the good old days he’d have told Rex to go and… procreate,
Who knew speaking Presidentially could prove so fu- fraught?

If there’s one thing about his beloved democracy Don does hate
Its the right of free speech them Democrats freely demonstrate,
It peeves Don having only Steve Bannon’s Rightful support.

Plus, of late, all these Republican rules have begun to grate,
‘Why can’t every SOB in the GOP do exactly as I dictate?’
Wait, now THERE’S a thought.

( Yes, I know; Simple rhymes for a simple guy.)


Part Two; Rex and Don, a battle of wits.

Great Minds.

You won’t hear Don publicly shouting he’s a genius;
That he only quietly and privately admits,
Him not believing he’s stup…endous is plainly disingenuous,
So Rex is bound to be the loser in this battle of wits.

…So now we know, once and for all;
In defeat, set back on his seat a sullen Don sits
Adjusting his dunces cap to Extra Small,
But let’s credit Don for knowing that when the cap fits…

Rex and Don shy away from a battle of words and wits. Good call, Mr Tillerson.

From The Horses Mouth.

When Rex went and called Don a moron
In stepped Vice-President Pence,
Mike has any number of parables to draw on
To say what Rex did, in a biblical sense.

To a quiet corner Rex was led,
Had he been out of his head?
Could temporary insanity be pled?
Rex ruefully listened to what Mike said…

Rex looked at Mike with a new-found respect
Scarcely moving as the realisation set in,
Now Rex understands the need to be politically correct;
As Mike says, ‘the consensus here is ‘cretin.”

Rex spends four hours in New Zealand, Here spreading the love, Rex receives a great big hand- Or a part thereof.

A Little Birdie…

In Wellington Rex failed to see a single welcoming banner;
Still, the peasantry hailed him in a most singular manner,
The cheering crowd he’d thought he’d seen and heard
Turned out to be jeering and giving him the bird.

Wellington is where, for Rex it began to unravel;
Tillerson got their message about sex and travel