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
his face was a frown
generating hot anger
a determined grump
we had known that trump
put economy in a slump
became an old grump
Republicans revere Donald Trump
lining up to kiss his royal rump
and Mitch McConnell's lips
like his tongue; often slips,
it's no wonder he's such a grump.
(Limerick)
11-22-2020
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Trump slipped on the ice as a kid
His mum thought that he'd flipped his lid
Because - with the dawn -
His ethics were gone
His dad blamed the Wizard of Id
A six-times bankrupt is not a fool
Just a crook decidedly cruel
He buys without paying
Thinks chicks are for laying
With free bleach injections for school
A Neanderthal me comes at night,
He’s storm and grumpy, an ugly blight.
You will not see him with human eyesight.
But he’ll be unkind, and I don’t mean slight.
A grump and a grouse ran around town.
Griping and groaning, whining around.
So full of guff
We’d had enough.
Sent them to a circus to be happy clowns.
Alien Captain Darth Veeder
Texted, "Take me to your leader"
He met Donald Trumup
And snarled, " What a grump!
You must be The Sludge-brained Tweeter!"
(For Caren Krutsinger's "Take me to your leader" contest)
OLD GRUMP
Old Grump, harumph
Lived in a shack,
No toilet,
House out back.
When approached,
He’d glower
With a face turned sour.
He felt the world against him,
And en-fenced him
To be fated
To live isolated.
Then one day in May
His front stoop suddenly featured
A scraggly, mangy four-legged creature
With droopy ears
And expression mournful.
Whose approach seemed to be only
That he was lonely
And a friend he wished to be
As he snuggled Grump’s knee,
Who, with slow comprehension
Felt a loving attention.
And, with a pat on the head,
Smilingly said,
“ You may be skin and bone,
And I a worn-out guy
But we can have a loving tie
And never again feel all alone.”
Old Grump lost his scowl
And, with but a friendly feat,
Sour was turned to sweet.
Lady Grump Vs. The Chump
Clinton versus Trump
Political garbage dump
Miss man Lady Grump
Mister Billionaire Chump
Yes I'm stumped...
bmdavey@
02/26/16
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