Category Archives: White House

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.)

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Halloween eve, Paul Manafort is arrested and Don leads the morning prayer, and leads the hymn at the White House on this special day.

Lost Souls Abroad On Halloween.

Let’s spare a prayer and a thought
For true, loyal servant Paul Manafort,
Why must Mueller have to look so keen?
Don feels a Presidential compulsion to intervene.

Don sends his trusted friend his support
And the finest Defence that can be bought,
It’s costing a fortune to keep Pauls hands clean
So somebody does know the trou- roubles he’s seen.

Melania Trump wants to stop bullying? Irony doesn’t even come close.

Bully For Her!

From deep down in Melania’s good heart
The feeling slowly began to stir,
In her rarefied social world bullying must play no part;
How blindingly brilliant of her?

So she took it to her darling spouse
And ran her thought past him,
Don’s demonstration of communication in his White House
Saw that bright idea dim.

Slippery Steve Bannon slides down in Dons estimation. Who knew there was a lower level?

The Ballad Of Steve Bannon.

‘Welcome to the White House, Steve,
We love the work you did at Breitbart,
Theres so much we hope you can achieve,
Putting the Alt Right to the centre is a start.’

What a bond you and Don are bound to cleave,
Why, that supremely superior right view you impart-
And your journalistic integrity makes it hard to believe
Your tete-a-tetes won’t be a meeting of like mind and heart.

Alas, poor Steve, Don must ask you to leave,
You’re a done deal to Don, and ’tis time to depart,
Dons vision of his ‘Merica even Steve couldn’t conceive,
After Charlottesville Steve knows Don’s mastered his dark art.

I say, is that guy at the podium a touch slow on the uptake? A pause- a long pause- before the President speaks.

Nothing But White Noise, Part Two.

After two days of using a lame ‘blame lies on many sides’ defence
After the denouncing of White Racism by the likes of Mike Pence,
After a st- stuttering start Don is giving ’em a piece of his mind.
After a great deal of thought he’ll leave their KK-kind behind.

He says it, it must be said, with deep regret,
They’re core voters and he owes ’em a debt,
Will his hurtful words hurt the Alt Right?
Will their torch for Don burn as bright?

Without relish he mouths the words some lackey wrote,
Speaking loud enough, yet his voice retains a baffled note,
Recited without so much as an apology for it being ever so late,
Don, dragging ’em through gritted teeth does make Americans grate.

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.