The Usual Pigs Ear.
I used to think Don was a proper moron
But he’s proved me wrong, sad to admit,
As his latest speech ramblingly wore on
His words confirm he’s the complete half-wit.
After George Floyd’s life was thuggishly taken
By some swine misrepresenting the police,
Wouldn’t any prescient President worth his bacon
Speak less of unemployment and more of peace?
To say George is up there, agreeably beaming
Shows Donald’s both tone deaf and color blind,
At best, let’s just say Don’s delusionlly dreaming,
At worst, he’s simply out of his tiny freaking mind.
When God- and a good photo opportunity calls
Don beats a path to St John’s soot-stained walls
Where over those peaceably gathered a shadow falls.
Here’s where his political salvation may be found,
Don feels the need to make a stand on holy ground;
Strange, when odds are he’s downward bound.
Donald might not have bent a knee in years
But see him wave that bible as the smoke clears,
Christ alone knows this disservice will end in tears.
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 peaceful quiet lil’ old Jerusalem town.
Backfiring on the NRA.
Trust the NRA to dampen the kids carnival atmosphere,
Those noisy kids LaPierre doesn’t want to see nor hear,
Why can’t they hold the Second Amendment dear?
Why can’t they forget their poor start to their year
And, like the NRA take time… for the smoke to clear?
Wayne wishes these protesters would just quietly disappear.
As the kids say, Mr LaPierre- blow it out your rear.
Those who take the field, then kneel
Upset the mighty Chief a great deal.
It’s disrespectful to the ol’ red white and blue,
Some colours matter in his jaundiced view.
Those who don’t stand tall and proud-
Don glares incandescently at that crowd.
Watch how those baby blues of his smolder,
Seeing ’em, arms locked, shoulder to shoulder.
Don believes a servant/master relationship is required,
Kneel and stand every chance of the boss saying ‘you’re fired.’
Their lack of traditional respect is his darkest fear;
He gathers about him allies, friends, near and dear…
As Foxes fair and balanced report is repeatedly viewed
He feels some protesters have an uppit- er, negative attitude.
His flag not being revered is a sight Don really regrets,
A view shared by a veritable slew of his confederates.