Trump and his gang that can’t shoot straight
Said niet, niet we can’t wait,
Let’s go ahead and fire Comey.
After all, just the investigative thought of him made Trump’s mouth go all foamy.
Now he can go ahead and try to hire Giuliani
Since he’s such a trusted homey
and the Trumpettes just eat up all this baloney.
Sure it’s unethical to even make such an insinuation,
So extinguish any thought of an assassination.
Thus, let’s come up with a constitutional way to get rid of the biggest ass-in-the-nation.
Whether two-toed or three,
Lazy, never in a hurry
All they do is cling to a tree.
Thus, if you gaze upon them for too long your eyes will become all blurry
and then you’ll curse that sloth for being so furry.
Why do I look so woebegone?
Gall darn it!
In Costa Rica I didn’t even get to see one gosh darn trogon.
Thus, without even a glimpse of that cousin of the quetzal,
My birding life seems about as worthless as a Hudson or an Edsel.
I have earned a Ph.D in how to rationalize.
Really I would be fantastic at writing satire,
but you see I’m lacking in the proper attire.
So for what I aspire I will just have to retire.
Yet I’m still a success because at least I didn’t plagiarize.
But you see I
For years I’ve strained and strained to teach my Polly to talk.
Yet all she does is squawk and squawk.
So all my efforts to train her have gone down the drain
Since I didn’t realize she belongs to a different flock,
As no parrot is she but rather a hawk.
Thus I must admit even I now know who is the real bird brain.
Resistance persistents because in this instance my conscience insistence.
While plentiful it certainly is not beautiful.
No quetzal it’s colors are decidedly not resplendent.
No hummingbird it’s far from magnificent.
That ex-robin annoyingly sings and sings and sings never going hush.
To name that thrush Costa Rica’s national bird they must have really been in a rush.
If a country was comprised of only those who support a ban of immigrants,
All that would be left would be a klan of ignorance.
Trump’s first few weeks have been bumbling.
A sane person would surely find that humbling.
Yet while gazing into his wall-to-wall mirror with his grotesque hair he is fumbling,
Why don’t all my subjects genuflect to me he is heard grumbling and grumbling…
So as his uncontrollable ego drives him to keep on stumbling,
The nation is tumbling and tumbling…