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.
What a cause for inquiry this shooting’s become,
Quite the mystery wrapped up in the conundrum,
But try to ask questions of the perpetrator of the crime
And he is unable to answer any inquiries at this time.
Do good people hold fast to the mistaken belief
That whispered confession gives blessed relief?
Oh, good grief.
The Mayor wishes this Officer would shed some light,
But he’s staying silent, and what’s wrong with that Right?
Say, why WERE body cameras off when the action occurred?
Perhaps he foresaw reason to be neither seen nor heard?
His lawyer says ‘keep your reasonings brutally short,
Or your mouth shut till they drag out out your report.’
In open Court.
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?
Something Special.
From across the crowded room
Their eyes met and he just knew
That this was The One to whom
His wishes must be relayed to.
He could only stop and stare,
He felt the longing, the desire,
For something so precious and rare
He’d risk the flames of Hell fire.
She suspected it was her dress
That had drawn his attention;
Nevertheless she had to confess
That was expressly the intention.
He stumbled for the words to say
Yet she did not mind him deliberating,
He might be taking a year and a day
But she stood, smiling, waiting.
Tremulously he opened his mouth,
Wordlessly he closed it again,
Confidence not so much going South
As going down the drain.
His eyes wouldn’t meet hers at all,
He tried to speak but his tongue didn’t obey,
He peered past her, at the wall
But she knew she just couldn’t walk away…
After an eternity, with stumbling voice
He spoke low, with slow deliberation,
She was delighted he’d made his choice
Though not by his mumbling conversation.
His words seemed to catch in his throat,
Yet sometimes silence can say so much,
So he wrote her a heartfelt note
And her hand trembled at his touch.
His missive written oh-so-sweetly
Was a simple but impassioned request,
She read it, and time stopped completely
As she crushed the parchment to her breast.
She gazed up at his expectant face,
His hopes, his wants could not be writ clearer,
She had waited long, with maidenly grace,
Now, smilingly she bade him to come nearer.
In his eyes she could see his yearning,
His pleasure she did not want to ignore,
And with fair cheeks hotly burning
She suggested something more…
Tho’ in the rowdy room no-one could hear
This was neither time nor place for idle chat,
When she leaned over he boldly cupped… her ear-
Said ‘Yep’ when she mouthed ‘Extra fries with that?’
