Soup Creek Meets Flush
[Inspired by Jenna Logan’s epic ‘No Politickin in Soup Creek’]
FLUSH = First League of Unlikely Super Heroes
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Tumbleweed tumbled through Soup Creek today
To stack up against a barn like piled up hay
One tumbling ball bigger than all the rest
Stopped in the street and it concealed a pest
There was a creak of a rusty door hinge
And a gasp at a very brief glimpse of orange
“He’s at it again,” yelled a voice from the bar
Twas Mayor Cunningham, who said, “Stay where you are.”
From behind the tumbleweed an orange man
Slicked back his hair with a very small hand,
“This place is great, really great and I can
Make it the greatest place in the whole land”
David, the ranger, said, “You heard the man,
I’ll gun you down right there where you stand
Then Donald of Trump, trying hard to look grand
Said, “I’m here to stay and I’ve got it all planned
“I held me a vote and I won the count
I won by a great, yes a real great amount.”
David said, “This town would vote down your ruse.”
But Donald said, “I won; you're talking fake news.”
Then there was a flash at one end of the town
At the other end Gran from her van stepped down
Ice Cream Gran blared as she straightened her stoop
“Let’s deal with that amber faced nut-job, ‘Soup’.”
Souperman sent a salute and he spoke,
“The orange one thinks perchance we each doth joke
Let outrageous fortune procure thee no stead
For arrows and slings shall set thy death bed.”
Ice cream Gran hollered from her end of town,
“What my friend means is that you’re going down
This town has no place for a small handed man
We have a pine box for you and your tan.”
The orange intruder now known as Trump
Looked like he may have just had a quick dump
Before he could call Gran a silly old bat
Souperman said, “Madam, speak of thy cat.”
And ice cream Gran tapped on a Wi-Fi device
And nitro cat stepped up, his glare cold as ice
Gran glared at the Trump, “Hail the psychopath
Do not underestimate this cat of wrath.”
So Tom, Mark, and David and Jenna stepped in
One stuck a rifle to Donald Trump’s chin
Sheriff Mark told him, “Ms Logan’s bought in
The latest in cocktails, it’s marmite and gin.”
The Trump went so green and looked rather less mean
He ran from the town leaving space where he’d been
The townsfolk said, “Get lost,” and Gran said, “Goodbye,”
And Souperman hammed it up, “Be thee not shy!”
And, Lo, it is told through the whole western world
That Trump is long gone now his plan has unfurled
Experts agree that it’s likely that soon
He’ll snuggle with Putin… in a bed time spoon
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