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Weird Ways and Good Old Days

If feature was made into a modern day
About past, wonder what it would say
Things have been done in weird ways
And were always called good old days.

This to some might sound like a crock
But we had a party on every block
Goings were easy and never tough
Knew how to play Blind Man's Bluff.

During each day was Carolina blue sky
And we would all play Mother May I
With much vigor and a lot of pep
To either take giant of small step.

We were nice, kind and never mean
Played Red Light mixed up with Green
While there living like a local native
With new games we had been creative.

Boring new games and news have become
Put in thumb, pulled out prune not plumb
Shriveled up and over back was bending
Can you imagine him to White House sending.

What if we were to have Hillary instead
Already made and slept in White House bed
Know below are two states called Carolina
Where they are supposed to store the China.

Has knowledge of where things should go
What wall to place a Benet or Gainsborough
And no one there will look at her suspicious
Knows difference between cat and doggie dishes.

Knows dots from dits and triangles from squares
And about foreign affairs she never despairs
She still is a faithful lover of Steve Schultz
Has his characters on all of her quilts.

After further experimenting in a lonely lag
What they came up with was some old crab
Who forever and a day resided in Vermont
Can't tell can't from caunt and ant from aunt.

Here is something else between you and me
Poor soul only has undergraduate degree
And out wonder how many would flip 
When service responsibility he did skip.

If someone were to be an brilliant inspector
Berne had been a conscientious objector
And even though he may be slender and tall
Is Senator from almost smallest state of all.
(This also goes for City he was a mayor of.)

Last thing I know is he thinks guiding the
VA can be counted for foreign affairs. He 
must be the only one who cares.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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