by Jonah Baker, 5/10/2017
Sally in Trumped-Up-Land asked When and Why,
All were fighting over letters, F and B and I.
Father Trump fired poor Comey’s Head,
Way up in the sky, using the letter, I !
He said “Because James hurt the Red Queen,”
but Putin have made him fib sly.
Bannon’s watch ticking, laughed,
“You’re moment has past,”
Alarmed, the white rabbit hopped and cried.
Trumple Donny, a greedy babe,
Grabbed a B as in broker.
The Red Queen yelled, top him off, like a carrot,
but held most cards close, as in poker.
Who is that smiling, in the shadows behind,
such a creeping, relentless Joker?
Trumple Erik sought F as in finance,
but Ivanka so brighter and faster,
Quick AF gave F a delicious curve,
for Fashion she’s a nasty master.
Watergate grinning, feline face
Recalls the Nation’s last earthquake of disgrace,
But Sally Yates’ fierce words laced
A silver lining, kept hope of some grace.
Perhaps, said the Caterpillar, Four years Late,
We’ll get Baked in the Wake of a President Yates.
