THE PRESS CONFERENCE
On Thursday Trumpty met with the press
His erratic ramblings however, a mess.
His White House he claims is a fine tuned machine
He’s been drinking his bathwater or else in a dream.
Trumpty is mad, as in insane
His remarks and his lies incredibly inane
And day after day his so-called facts they get more wrong
His nose if you’ve noticed, increasingly long
Soon it will be a Trump Tower on his face
A tower going sideways and quite out of place.
Trumpty’s a fumbler, doesn’t know what he doing
He should go to his window and hear them all booing.
His public attempts at being sincere
Are so patently false and it is unclear
Exactly what he hopes to achieve
Maybe a rabbit from out of his sleeve
A look at some he wants on his cabinet staff
Their qualifications make us all laugh.
What a bellicose fellow he turns out to be
Talk about blowing up Russian ships out at sea
He thinks like a bully and that thinking is poor
Maybe he wants to take us to war.
And what’s with his meeting at his seaside resort
He’ll complain if the press makes a report
Claiming it’s just news that is fake
He’ll say all he was doing, was eating a steak.
With his new found friend all the way from the East
Sharing a meal at a movable feast.
As for questions it seems he picks and he chooses
But none of them about hot Russian Floozies.
He does not wait till the question’s been asked
But starts to answer too soon and too fast.
It’s rude of him to say the least
Perhaps he’s in hurry to return to his feast
The White House it seems has become quite a bore
He prefers his play-pen on the Florida shore.
Pity it’s not at a Marine World park
Where there he could be eaten by a terrorist shark.