THWARTED BY THE JUDGES
Humpty Trumpty is thwarted by the judges’ decision
He’s temporarily lost sight of his campaign vision
Whereby he’d ban all those he dislikes
Such as muslins and ISIS and terrorist tykes
He thinks signing an order with writing so bold
Is going to put foreign attacks all on hold.
He’d do better to listen each day when they meet
To the intelligence guys about whom he tweets
He declares what they say is simply a bore
I’d rather listen to Putin, what’s more,
He and his boys hack our systems each day
So I know already what my folks will say?
By the way, if you like to shop through the mail
Instead think of Nordstrom’s where they’re having a sale
On all of Ivanka’s line which they’ll end
Because sweat-shop clothing is ceasing to trend
What’s left over they’ll send to Goodwill
Or use them as rags to clean- up the Hill.
He regrets that he hired Spicer the schmuck
Who’s a whole hockey game short of a puck.
He’s there only to spout more White House lies
That leaves the Press just rolling their eyes
And as for Conway, not tight with her ethics
Spouts a witchy form of White House polemics.
Each story they say has a moral you know
For Trumpty t’s this; you’ll reap what you sow
All of your hatred big talk and your scorn
Is just like hot air out of a horn.
Mexico’s not going to pay for a wall
U.S. taxpayers will be taking the fall.
You’re a liar, a cheat, a con and a fraud
Your Executive Orders just leave us appalled.
And talking of speaking what’s with that weird voice
You use when talking to people of choice
And your hands they make gestures like pictures in air
You do it while standing or when in a chair
By the way I should mention you’re putting on weight
I suggest that you diet before it’s too late
You’ll get even rounder like Humpty the egg
Before you know it we won’t see your legs
The White House will buzz with a lowered hum
Have you seen Humpty our low down bum?
And then without laughing and all mouths agape
They’ll look in the room that matches your shape
There they might find you tweeting your witch
It’s dark in here, where is the switch?
It’s time to bring this rant to an end
I only wish Trumpty that you had a friend
Who would counsel you well with a hand on your back
To stop you from errors and get you on track!