Paula Zahn's Memo to Drumpf (Pub'd)

      Dearest Drumpf My Dear Donald 

Hey, Don,
     Why’d Fred, Jr. eschew Al-

Anon…?
     Is your coif straw…? Or strawber-

ry blon’…?

     Do you know Maurer’s book The 

Big Con…?
     Why so high on each Mafi-

a don…?
     Must you constantly Rudy 

egg on…?

     Have you heard “Afternoon of 

a Faun”...?
     What to do when Dad’s big bucks 

are gone…?
     So: you’re braggin’ you bonk’d Gol-

die Hawn…?

     Give us word that you've heard of 

Inchon.
     All your “pussy-grab” gab was 

“jus’ jaw’n’”…?
     Who's your favorite Chinese...? Ku-

blai Kahn...?

     What went on on the south White 

Houselawn...?
     For how long can you stifle 

Melan-…?
     Why are french fries your sine 

qua non...?

     Still here…? Funny! I thought you’d 

moved on.
     Pravda’s printing you’re just Pu-

tin’s pawn.
     What's your thought on the quaint Q-

Anon...?

      Did you actually trust Doc-

tor Ron...?

     Who addresses you 'Daddy 

Drumpf-san'...?

     Will prevail the Afghan Ta-

liban...?

     Not if somebody phones the 

Ulan!

     Can your White House apprentice 

Vince Vaughn...?

     It sure can, with one wave of 

your wan’…

     Do you know any young boys 

named Xan...?

     Where'd your damn ball go...? Thither 

and yon...?

     All the best Kind regards, Paul-

a Zahn.