Category Archives: the Mooch

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.

Looking at the last post got me thinking about drinking, and the reasons we do. Getting the boot is one.

Cheers?

Teary-eyed and terminated, a tragic figure slipped into the bar,
Sadly spent the night dripping tears straight into the whiskey jar,
‘A stellar career, up in the stratosphere- now another falling star,’
The spirit might erase the painful memory but not the mental scar.

A fellow fallen angel appears mutely by the table, standing a round,
The sorry bemused look on his face speaks volumes without the sound,
Undoubtedly, soberly the twain never would have reached common ground;
Reince, Mooch and misery love company if there are sorrows to be drowned.

Hell, when you hired the Mooch he toldja he ain’t no saint. Din’t he ? Jeez. Sheesh.

Leaks Of Biblical Proportions.

Who will save us in our hour of need?
The Mooch looks happy, willing and able indeed,
Just give him two weeks
He’ll plug those damn leaks…
Oops, the Mooch spoke much too soon,
Sworn out his welcome, gone by afternoon.

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.

Mister Scaramucci and his unique way of communicating. Where will his dogged determination to sniff out leaks lead to?

Step Two: House Training?

Well, now we know you can’t muzzle the Mooch,
He’s slipped off his lead, and now he’s screwed the pooch,
He’s jumping on the back of every turn-tail supporter;
Master couldn’t fix this foul-up with a bucket of Holy Water.