I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
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Profanity in politics is on the rise what with Trump’s foul mouth: ‘open the fu*kin’ Strait’; ‘I’m screaming my as* off’; ‘Shi*hole countries’; ‘Full of sh*t’, and many more. So, it is apt that he gets as much as he gives for his obscenities and hair-brain political hocus-pocus. Washington Post finds: 93% of Trump speeches in his second term contained at least one vulgar word (from 40% in his first term). Yea, he deserves this nomenclature Tuck Frump, an apt spoonerism.
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TUCK FRUMP emblazoned on T-shirts,
I hail US youth and its guts
For this Spoonerism,
Love of free speech, freedom,
Which, in my land for its lack hurts.
Gutsy free speech is fine
Save when crosses the line—
What this loud, foul mouth often blurts.
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Happenings | 27.05.2026 | American, freedom, speech, spoonerism, Limerick
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
My dream girl's not a doll, no Kewpie cutie,
Or an heiress, or an actress on the screen.
She's neither nun nor acrobat,
Nor wears fine feathers in her hat,
No frump for Trump Republican,
No beauty queen.
She's not a princess trapped inside an ivory palace
Awaiting rescue by a valiant knight like me.
She doesn't dazzle like aurora borealis,
Or sing arias from "Carmen" like Ms. Callas,
Or practice taekwondo,
Or even know tai chi.
But the girl I dream about has joy and laughter,
And her heart's as full of love as it can be.
When my spirit's low, she lifts it to the rafter,
And I know we'll have a happily ever after
Every time I dream of her
And she of me.
Once there was a man named Trump,
Whose hair was quite the frump,
He tweeted and he blustered,
But his speeches all just flustered.
He called himself a businessman,
But really just a Twitter fan,
He touted his great wall plan,
But ended up with no real stand.
With each golf game he played,
The American people just brayed,
For they knew this man's charade,
Would lead our country to fade.
So let us all come together,
And vow to make Americba better,
Without this man's orange weather,
We'll prosper and succeed forever.
Sun rises when stars reveal
repent your fears for soul will heal
Flatter naïve of naked art,
a land of flocks not for your heart
Your noble life will soon retire
Beware of wings as feathers fly.
Better frump than frozen sin,
arise and shine and never win.
Repent you ears for soul will heal
Confess you name and act for real
Threshold shall on, humbly hold
Before your life will be too old
Repent your fears for soul will heal.
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Xena Warrior Princess, she took no prisoners and no guff.
She had a sword, a lance, a hatchet and other stuff.
She did not need a man to tell her how high to jump
Or what to do; she was a beauty too, never a frump.
Xena Warrior Princess, she slashed her way into battle.
She hurt no animals - no goats, dogs, cats or cattle.
She fought like a tiger, had the heart of a lion, a bear.
With her friend Gabrielle, they showed the people they cared.
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose wife was a notorious frump
She lived in the palace,
With a wee bit of malice
And could hardly wait to dump Trump.
O, that daylight could command
when I sit with writing pen in hand
That verse could flood my tablet
and let morning become my habit
Then like others I would at last be,
muse's heartbeat set live and free
No sad hoyden, no mysterious frump
who quivers in darkness like a lump
Prisms of sun would dance with glee
celebrating a reborn joy inside of me
No more looks askance at who I am
Proud, preening lioness instead of lamb
Alas, as words grace paper like a crown
my senses feel the sun slithering down
A little light within me has begun to glow
as blossoms the sweetest time I will know
O, glory ebon hours, bring the moon to rise
delight me with the satin dark of the skies
President Donald John Trump
Never married a frump
“Waldo’s Dad” stole a lady’s popcorn*
And invited Hillary’s scorn
8/1/2018
Clerihew Contest
*Little Rascals Movie
There once was a president T Frump
Putting our country in a downward slump
Me too mockery...
More of his debauchery
He’s nothing but a horse’s a…Um, rump
Down on his hands and knees is Frump
But which end is his Rump!
Both ends are putting out so much hot air
To guess which, I wouldn’t dare
Making his stink smell good is an art.
But not hard to do when your audience isn’t smart
He changes ends so fast and well
From which end it comes, is hard to tell
To put your head in a daze
He puts it out from both ends to create a haze
If he gets caught for what he did
He passes the buck or tells a fib
If it smells bad or goes the wrong way
It was done by the Democrats, he will say
I hear all his raves and rants
Go home and change your pants
When he’s pinned down he turns on the bull
Just wait, the FBI will see whose diaper is full
2/28/2018
Once a fuddy-duddy frump
Weared a fulvous dress
in a conference hall
Spoke like a gallicism-
"I'm the man of hero
Don't laugh at me, fool guys
People call me stylish frump,
Ivy eyes, Jazzy and handsome
Haha! This is the first time
You are hearing me."
He was filled with hate
Marked as a haughty.
So, don't be a fuddy-duddy frump
The world isn't made of helium.
Donald Trump
is no frump.
He wears expensive attire,
and is known for saying "You're Fired!"
Donald Trump,
sometimes a grump.
Arrogant as he can be,
he's running for the Presidency.
8/20/15
Chicken Little
Did you know that Chicken Little was not a man but a woman?
She wanted to always to feel like a part of someone's finest fan
Her fully rounded rump
Sure kept mighty frump
Now Chicken Little might think she's a figment of a con-man.
Written: July 15, 2015
Theresa
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