BAGHDAD, BOB, AND PETE
HISTORY DOES NOW REPEAT
THE TRUTH THEY BOTH CHEAT
Grannie Fannie is bold but blind
Sometimes her words not so kind
Her parrot name Pete
Mocking would repeat
Kiss me where the sun don’t shine
A porcupine named Prickly Pete
Did doze in his condo in Crete.
When slumber turned sour,
Unleashing his power,
He skewered both a ghost and his sheet.
He ate six bunches of bananas for dessert
A pirate king, named Porky Pete Pessert.
For lunch he would have six sandwiches or so.
If a chicken walked by, it would soon be full of woe.
He could eat a chicken raw and did it sometimes.
Porky Pete ate coal and opals from the diamond mines.
He was an eater who never turned any food away.
I saw him eating two llamas just yesterday.
MEME BY PETE HEGSETH
FRANKLIN THE TURTLE BRINGS DEATH
IS HEGSETH ON METH
Memory of a great pistol cager
Assists, drives and shoots without a pager
Pete wanted to be a pirate since he was a duckling small
He knew if he could get to a clipper ship, he would have a ball.
We did not raise a pirate, his Daddy told him, so do something else, son.
But Pete did not want to do anything else, pirating looked like so much fun!
The paper sack left on the floor
has come to life. It’s haunted. Look!
It’s growling and gyrating now—
gone wild. It’s time somebody took
control. Aha! I’ve got ya now,
my little kitties in the sack.
I’ll get your lunch now, Pat and Pete.
Okay, I’ll let you ride my back.
Ouch! Watch the claws. They really hurt.
I’ll put thick blankets on my lap.
Then you can be so comfy but
won’t draw blood. Soon we’ll take our nap.
You’re fighting for the bouncy ball.
Sometimes you’re an aggressive pair;
but, after all, you’re little ones.
Sometimes my human kids won’t share!
Don’t climb the curtains, Pat. Oh, Pete,
you’ve overturned the water dish.
I see what y’all are staring at.
You can’t get to the kids’ goldfish!
You’re so much like the kids when they
were small—just into everything.
When they get home from school, we five
will have ourselves a happy fling.
PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
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There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
He dreamed of the stage,
a rock star despite his age.
His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet.
He practiced with pots and with pans,
in hopes of a life with great bands.
With a crash and a boom,
he shook up the room,
Wishing for a gazillion and one fans.
He donned leather pants, shiny and tight,
and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!"
But when he would play,
the crowd ran away,
He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
Is a picture worth a thousand words?
Is it the same with a song?
Is it worth a thousand pictures?
Who can deny the powerful images
evoked from Songs of Struggle and Protest –
a forte of common humanity?
A song can paint optimism, commitment, and a desire
for peace, freedom, and the right to live without
…Your Millions, Mister.
A piece of art sings in the minds of thousands.
It shouts injustices to the skies in loud color
and questions Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
in broad strokes.
A government of placid leaders who
Turn, Turn the other cheek and project calm and concern.
Ask your children,
What Did You Learn in School Today?
Lord, save us from ourselves.
From My Muddy Stream all the way
To My Old Brown Earth, I see inspiration and admiration for nature.
I see the waste and cry to the skies, God Bless the Grass!
There is strength, passion, and nonconformity
in picture and in song.
The one should affect us, touch us, stir us,
and fill us, Step By Step.
Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth:
"Make America Great Again" is his favorite shibboleth.
He comes across as cocksure, cool and confident,
but there are not many who think he's competent.
Orgulous Pete was pompous and proud
Declaring this and that and always loud
Pontifical in every mighty endeavor
Sad part is, he was not smart or clever
There was a boy named Pete
His joy was to dance and sing
He was rather tongue tied
Despite he has plenty pride
Dancing with two left feet
Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore.
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said.
We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads.
He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us.
I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss!
Peter the Pelican is actually trying to get us all to agree.
To overpower the captain and have a gay mutinee.
We did not know what to do, so we lied through our teeth.
He did not believe some of us, we walked the plank and fell underneath.
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