Fa – the name of the Green Dragon

A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian


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Where’s Reggie Perrin when you need him?

Reggie, we need your GROT

GROT has a new purpose, which is what you intended I believe.

Get Rid Of Trump

How come you saw this so many years ago?


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A Wee Don and Boris (An old Scottish farewell)

Doris and Donna

Sporting their bleached Wombat hairdo’s

ruling their Kingstons


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Beware: Ambassadors at Work

Yeah! Sir Kim Darroch

called Trump and his gang, inept

An understatement.


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Con Donnie Lies Over the Ocean

can be sung to the tune of a traditional Scottish folk song about restoring a king during Jacobean times.

Con Donnie lies over the ocean
He lies wherever he goes
He lies about his friendships
With people that we call our foes

(Chorus repeats after each verse.)
Don’t lie oh don’t lie, Con Donnie don’t lie to me, to me
Don’t lie oh don’t lie, Con Donnie don’t lie to me.

His Pinocchio nose gets longer
Each time that he starts to speak
His lips, when he tells a new whopper
Take on the shape of a beak

He eats cans of worms for his breakfast
He gobbles down bowls of untruth
He shuns accountability
He’s done it since he was a youth.

His lies are all propaganda
His base sucks-up it all
Mostly he lies about building
A thing that he calls a wall

He told us that Mexico would pay for
construction down on the line
He’s Feeding his vanity and ego
With dough that was once yours and mine

It lies each time that he opens
The hole in his face that’s a mouth
Claims he’s making America great again
When in fact it’s all going south

He lies when he speaks without knowing
That what he just said is untrue
His fantasy thoughts are his reality
Which he fishes from out of the blue

Short on facts has become his trademark
Alternative ones are his choice
And all of those who surround him
Repeat his lies with one voice.

The con claims the art of the deal
But that’s a myth to make him sound tough
His art is to play the big bully
But to leave when the going gets rough

What a con, what a con is our Donnie
Snake oil is what he likes to sell
Mendacious claims come daily
The only words that he can tell

He lies about the lies that he’s uttered
Says things like “I never said that”
Seems he pulls most of his lies
From out of his MAGA red hat.

He cheats when he out on the golf course
Claims championships that he’s won
Truth is he was out there playing
All alone by himself in the sun

He claims he’s a vibrant young man
But he’s unable to see the jokes
Everyone knows that he’s a dotard*
As usual he claims it’s a hoax.

Bill Barr is his new legal beagle
who pooped on the Rose Garden lawn
Covering up misdeeds and wrongdoings
The AG is Con Donnie’s pawn

2020 elections are coming
Will it be a happy farewell?
Will it be lights-out for con Donnie?
And our country saved by the bell.

*  Dotard:    The Urban Dictionary defines dotard as follows:

A cross species between an Orangutan and an Oompa Loompa.  The Dotard is usually bred in captivity by wealthy families that wish to pass on their inheritance without having to raise an actual human. There are many similarities to a human, but you can usually tell the difference by their unique orange skin and hair.