Soup Creek Meets Flush

[Inspired by Jenna Logan’s epic ‘No Politickin in Soup Creek’] FLUSH = First League of Unlikely Super Heroes ______________ 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