Category Archives: satire

Calls go out for a Nobel prize for Don. Really. Support from some at his latest raucous rally, at least.

A Noble Aim.

The president is a humble modest man,
Coolly and quietly calming tensions in Iran
With learned words and reasoned discourse.
And the silent presence of Army, Navy and Air Force.

He’s working with North and South Korea
In the hope Kim Jong Un won’t go Nuclear,
Don guessed Rocketmans words were mere jest-
Able to take a joke even when his button’s pressed.

Why can’t Trumps enemies realise
Don is deserving of the Nobel Prize?
Just peruse Sarah Huckabee’s Press Release
If you wish to get the poop scoop on this man of peace. 

Some claim Don is an egotist
But he deserves to head that list,
For Don is spreading peace and goodwill
With a great GREAT deal of diplomatic skill. 

Don should be a shoe-in to win-
He would have his Nobel locked in-
IF the new embassy wasn’t locked down
In sleepy quiet dusty lil’ old Jerusalem town.

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The President ticks off a new round of diplomacy. Sometimes you get just what you wish for. Sadly.

Friend And Foe Alike/Falling Out,

Oh Don, it’s another great deal you have done,
You’ve got those untrustworthy Iranians on the run,
Your vow to tear up the treaty was no empty threat,
Lets hope your actions aren’t something we’ll all regret.

Don wants to ensure America is Number One,
The countdown to Dons dream has now begun,
And Don, its a lesson the Iranians will not forget;
Consider your aim of America First as- Target Met.

Allegations, indiscretions, gagging orders, the Presidents lawyer being looked at. Who knew a liaison between a player and a porn star could come -no pun intended- to this?

Getting The Clause Out.

Should Mr Cohen’s well-heeled client stray,
Forsake the vows stated on his wedding day,
Take the chance to combine both golf, and play,
Mr Cohen maintains what he’s been retained to say.

But Mr Cohen’s having to work for his pay,
Stormy’s accusations aren’t just blowing away,
Her tongue keeps wagging in a most malicious way,
His advice to the client is ‘assume the position, and pray.’

Our old beloved newspaper transitions to a new compact, easy to hold format. Not the news I wanted to see.

Press Pass.

I awaited the New Press with eager eyes,
They looked, downcast, at its meagre size,
I’d heard there’d be much content within;
That argument is most evidently paper thin.

Apart from yesterdays news or next weeks TV guide,
My purchase of the Press can no longer be justified,
Claiming ‘less is more’ does not jibe with this scribe;
This is a poor wee paper to which I cannot subscribe.

The ways of Emmanuel and Don’s diplomacy are strange to behold. Their meeting and greeting had all the elements of a french farce.

International Men Of Mystery.

Is it not great to see the blooming Bromance
Between the Presidents of the great States, and France?
First chummy handshakes, then Gallic hugs and air kisses
On cheeks that turned to receive more hits than misses.

My, don’t those two guys get on well?
There is a kinship there, can’t you tell?
As they clown around like kid and older brother
Their wives look quizzically on, one to the other.

Brigitte’s beginning to wonder if she’s lost her mystique,
Melania’s inclined to believe Dons Stormy denials after this week,
Now Mrs Trump and Mrs Macrom may call to console Mses Clinton and Merkel,
Their two jerks ain’t inclined to invite many woman into the Old Boys circle.

A change for the better in the old monarchy of Swaziland. But better for who? Or whom? Who knows?

Ruling The Changes.

The good King of Swaziland
With one sweep of his hand-
Not to mention a Kingly decree-
Now reigns over the Kingdom of eSwatini.

For the Kingdoms King
It has a less colonial ring,
Old British tethers, now unbound;
His Majesty’s reasoning sounds sound.

Map makers the whole world through
Are left with reams of work to do, and undo,
The Kingdoms King revels in the change of name,
For his poor but loyal subjects life goes on the same.

‘Houston, we have a problem.’ Well, if you’re in Harris County Texas don’t bother calling 911… An emergency operator has cut off thousands of calls because she ‘sometimes doesn’t feel like talking.’

Hear Say.

If you’re in Houston and place an emergency call
Crenshanda Williams won’t be concerned at all,
Whatever dire emergency you wish to report
Crenshanda likes to keep calls concise, and short.

All she wants at her workplace is contemplative quietude
But people insist on calling in and killing the mood,
All these people saying it’s a matter of life and death,
Her curt advice to them is to save their breath.

Crenshanda was told at her last workplace review
‘Answering emergency dispatches ain’t the calling for you,’
She won’t be working long here, that’s the word I hear,
Crenshanda’s being thrown out on her unsympathetic ear.