Category Archives: Rex Tillerson

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.


Don and Rex; From great minds thinking alike to a parting of the ways. And mutual dislike.

Sticks And Stones.

Months after Tillerson was hired                                                                                                           Don says he hasn’t performed as required                                                                                         Now the man Donald made Secretary of State                                                                                   Has left his bossy-boots boss irascible and irate.

One must feel for poor dumb old Rex                                                                                                        A simple stumblebum beset by  flaws and defects,                                                                                  But if a rectal re-arrangement is what Rex must face                                                                      What ass placed him in that position in the first place?



Rex Tillerson and Donald Trump, a parting of the ways. Who’d have thunk it?

Such Sweet Sorrow.

It’s goodbye to Rex, ex Secretary of State,
The latest to find Don’s America ain’t so great,
He suspected Mueller, not he, would be going next,
But the Great Man fired him, and predictably, by text.

Could that be a tic twitching on his cheek?
From a weary eye do we see a teardrop leak?
How bravely Rex strains to remain comported
But his mask of a face seems strangely contorted.

Does old Rex look sad and forlorn?
Perhaps it’s my eyes, but I could’ve sworn
That only yesterday Rex looked much older,
A man bent of back and stooped of shoulder.

We haven’t seen this face of Rex for a while,
That glum morose face enlightened by a smile,
He used to always flash that slick oily smile once:
Where’s it been hiding for the last fourteen months?

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