...And Another Thing...: The Bartholomewseum Of Art

 (images to come; a work in progress)

...And Another Thing...: Prosopogostichs For Vance

How unpleasant to know Mr. Vance,

Orange Jesus's recent VP!

Did you vote for VPOTUS, by chance...?

A despicable pick, seems to me.

Were it me put J. D. in this trance...?

Why so quick to Drumpft's shtick bend the knee...?

It's my thought that we ought, to Herr Vance, 

bid adieu...or would you disagree...? 

...And Another Thing...: Prosopogostichs For Drumpft

How unpleasant to know Mr. Drumpft,
who harangues hangers-on: "Call me 'Sire'"!

Lately grown most displeasingly plumpft, 

Drumpft's well known 'round the world as Herr Liar.

Home from home, on the course or the stumpft, 

where Herr's hair is routinely on fire. 

My fond hope for blonde mope Mr. Drumpft:

"You should -- painfully, swiftly -- expire"! 

...And Another Thing...: Wordgame Day In The Oval -- Bannon v Drumpft

When Drumpft deploys a word,

Steve Bannon tends to say

the first word traipsing thru his brain,

whatever 'tis, okay...?"

(Such games psychotics play.)

Say, Drumpft pronounces, 'Musk'!

Then Bannon answers "'-rat'!

Are muskrats not small rodents, 

ones that stink...like Hunter's scat...?

Aren't muskrats where it's at...?"

If Drumpft re-mutters, 'Musk'!,

this time Steve answers, "'-eeto'!

Muskeetoes sneak up from behind

to bite your samalito.

Best travel incognito." 

Again Drumpft whispers, 'Musk'! 

but Bannon shouts, "'-atel'! 

Let's dine! I'm fine with 'wino wine.' 

No blanc; no zinfandel."

(Fred, Jr., knew this well.)

Once more, Drumpft echoes "...'Musk'!

But Steve replies, "-ovite'! 

Such fool's gold's pann'd in Putinland.

With Vladimir you're tight.

To Vlad you pander, right...?" 

 

"It's 'Elon,' 'Elon,' 'Elon' 

I want to hear, you felon," 

screams Drumpft. "Just say, 

'E-e-lon-n-n,' okay...?" 

But Bannon's busy spellin':

"If 'm' I add (Sir, don't get mad),

it's '-melon' then I say. 

('Muskmelonhead'!" 

is what Steve said. 

Steve hopes Musk lopes away.)

...And Another Thing...: The Fourth Wise MA(GA)n

When MAGAns stare at Donald's hair, 
on ev'ry MAGAn sleeve
a heart gung ho is worn; we know
they choose to see-no-weave. 

When MAG's take stock of Donald's shock, 

their choice is to believe 

of Donald's thatch Don's ol' line. Natch,

each MAGAn hears-no-weave.

When MAGAns talk, they never balk;

to policy they cleave

as they explain, "'Tis real, Drumpf's mane."

(True MAGAns speak-no-weave.)

And, though it's weird, there's now appear'd

some MAGA nuts named Steve.*

who, though Herr Liar's hair's on fire, 

insist they smell-no-weave. 

     *Bannon...? Miller...? Scalise...? 

The verse isn't specific.

...And Another Thing...: Spooner's Damp Hen

The Rev'rend William Spooner plans a trip to Baltimore: 
"I'll visit Jim 'n' Jude at mome in Damp Hen Halbitore."
But the Rev'rend William Spooner first must sail across the sea
to visit Jim and Judy's Damp Hen digs in Moretalbi. 
Says the Rev'rend William Spooner: "I shall cake a mocial sall
there at Dim and Dudy's jomocile in Damp Hen Morebital."
But the Rev'rend William Spooner, well-intentioned heretofore,
never shall secure, I'm fairly sure, that trip to Baltimore.

(From The Archives) Little Library-a-Lago: "Take a classified document; leave a classified document."

(From The Archives) Swastiktaktoe

 

(From The Archives) A Mandala & Its Substratum

(From The Archives) Drumpf Obsesses Over McCain

 

   White House Chef:

"Mr President, here's 

that sandwich you ordered. 

It's just return'd from having

risen into the clouds and 

met the Lord in the air." 

   Drumpf:

"That hero's been 

raptured. I like heroes that 

don't get raptured."

(From The Archives) AmalgaMates: Dom DeLouise Brooks