SwampKing Donald is a juvenile fool
And a narcissist fool is he
He called or the mole and he upped his hype
And he called for his liars three
Conway, Spicer and Mr. Page
All responded to the call
They told him Donald now get ready
You’re headed for a fall.
Said swampking Donald all I really want to know
Who is leaking all the stuff?
Don’t they understand that to tell the truth?
Simply makes the going tough.
I know eleven million is a huge weekly expense
But I don’t make the deals, blame it on Mike Pence.
The Secret Service loves me I think they are fine
But I am the POTUS so I don’t need to toe the line
I do not like Camp David it’s not my idea of fun
I prefer my Mar a Lago in the Florida Sun.
Without my weekly dose of sun I have to use the spray
The bottle says it’s Coppertone But it’s orange they all say.
Swampking Donald’s job is tough something he had not reckoned
The GOP is party first, the country comes in second
His plan to make America great again has no place at all
The principle will lie buried beneath his shameful wall.
Swampking Donald is very proud to be the Armed Forces C-in-C
But a rightwing Bannon puppet is all that he will be.
David Horowitz is his mentor, a huge amount of work
Especially when mentoring someone who is berserk
Mad as a hatter and a schoolyard bully to boot
To hell with tact and protocol he doesn’t give a hoot
What led to all his madness nothing has been said
Maybe his mother dropped him as a baby on his head
Some Northern states have lakes
Complete with native Loons
Swampking Donald’s asylum
Is staffed with hapless goons
Enough, enough I’ve had my say
I’ll put my pencil down
And think about tomorrow
And what I’ll write about this clown.
I have reached the regrettable realization that I may have squandered my life. I did a quick count recently and figured that I have visited about 66 countries, and lived for more than 3 years in 3 of them. During this time I completed 14 corporate moves (relocations) and have changed my address more than 23 times. I should have settled on a profession that would have kept me in one place with no packing and unpacking.
When I think of the time I have spent bundling my life into and out of boxes. Ah well, it's all water under the bridge. But I am grateful for the experience. At the end of the day I will be able to say with a certain authority, "been there, done that".
A note about this site’s Header Image The Header image for this site is of the Smith Avenue High Bridge. The bridge was built in 1889 and carries Minnesota State Highway 149 across its span of 2770 feet, 160 feet above the mighty Mississippi River. The picture was taken from the river looking to the north-east and downtown Saint Paul. The bridge is about 1040 miles from New Orleans.
One of the reasons I like this view is that I come from a city which has a spectacular bridge. It’s the Clifton Suspension Bridge http://www.ikbrunel.org.uk/clifton-suspension-bridge which spans the Avon Gorge and the River Avon in Bristol, U.K. It’s about 1350 feet long and stands 245 feet above the river below. Sadly it has claimed the lives of more than 400 people who have committed suicide by jumping from the bridge. As a side note, not all attempts were successful. two small girls thrown off the bridge by their deranged father survived the fall when they were fished from the river by the crew of a passing pilot boat.
The bridge was opened in 1864 and was designed by the 24 year old architect, Isambard Kingdom brunel. It took 35 years to complete.
March 9, 2017 at 4:32 pm
Keep your lines coming, Nigel. The newspaper depresses me.
March 9, 2017 at 8:31 pm
Ina you make me smile. I know we have been conned. now it’s a question of how do we escape this madman. My only relief at this time is comic. i will eventually come tpo grips but for now I will teach my sorrows to swim in an occasional glass of merlot.
March 19, 2017 at 2:28 pm
Hooray for you!