The Kremlin
he’s lootin’: that’s Vladimir Putin.
He’s point
guards recruitin’: that’s Coach Morgan Wootten.
At Putin we're hootin.' For Morgan we're rootin.'
But freedom of speech Donald's courts ain't salutin.'
His horn
he’s self-tootin’: that's Grigor' Rasputin.
When movies not shootin,’ Dors* draws drafts in Luton.
For Dors we are rootin’; at Grigor' we’re hootin,'
But freedom of worship down "christians" are shootin.'
* UK film star Diana Dors occasionally worked as a publican.
Past second
he’s scootin’: that's Mil-town's** Bill Bruton.
With Leibniz
disputin’ be piss'd Isaac Newton.
For Bruton we're rootin'; at Newton we're hootin.'
But freedom from want Don's colluders ain't mootin.'
** Milwaukee -- specifically the Milwaukee Braves baseball team.
His mummified
suit in lies ol’ -khamun, Tutan-.
A tad
highfalutin’? That’s -- mispronounced! -- Grooton.***
At Grooton we're hootin’; for Tutan- we’re rootin.'
But freedom from fear all Don's bruitin's are mutin.'
*** Here of necessity not pronounced as it properly is, i.e., 'grahtin.'
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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