You can learn a lot from Lydia…(It's a song, not a promise.)
Democrats in the House liked the US a lot. Grump and his enablers, who loved Putin, did not! All-day, there were lies. GOP lies, lies, and noise! There’s one thing I hate! LIES and NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!” Tap-tapping, short Grump fingers nervously tweeting, "Must find a way to keep Biden from unseating!" “I know … Continue reading How The Grump Made Impeachmass
My table is never put to use Payback I guess, there will be no truce No Holiday schedule rotation “Why’d I lose my turn to host the fun?” ~ My extended family voiced their fears: “You’ve been left now out for many years, Your prior hosting spawned misgivings You butchered the joy of Thanksgiving ~ … Continue reading A Very Vegan Thanksgiving
Gabbard and bad go hand in hand Retires her seat as congresswoman Her reason, she says, To focus, her days On her outcast presidential brand ~ Missing House votes— laments on fox news, She sets the stage, while singing the blues, To disrupt the next Election, suspect A third party run, we’ve seen her clues … Continue reading Gabbard *Spoiler Alert*— a limerick
Drone Dirges Tale telling, towel tossing, Tyrant While wildly wailing warns of weather woes. Hear that howling? History’s hugest hurricane: wet water, whirling, windy wind whisked A pleasant portrait of Dorian dousing— distinctly the downtrodden, plenty ping-ponging past Puerto Rico. Foolish foreigners fearfully forsake fleeing Beggin’ back brown babies bein’ bandied about Far-flung forces face … Continue reading A Poem for POTUS Four/Five— the Hurricane Lout
I’d like to acknowledge Kris Kobach For misspelling his FIRST name— as such His incompetence Filing documents Has helped my confidence very much ~ Ego is driven, I am now compelled Blame the Greeks, for my last name is spelled With 14 letters Times misspelled— never GOP norms, Kobach has upheld ~ Irony makes his … Continue reading Kris by Any Other Name— a limerick
T’ be youngest yer blessed and yer cursed Tho loose lips claim bein’ middle’s worst Yer ma’s big regret: Years swabbin’ the deck Fer time’s cruel, and can ne'er be reversed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Give no quarter to tricks nature plays Ye’ll be me laddie all o’ yer days Wi’ yer sea legs on Heave ho, chase … Continue reading Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey
