Trumped Poems - Poems about Trumped

Trumped

Donald Trump is Putin's puppet 
In fact he's just a fool. 
He was hoping for a Nobel peace prize 
But finished up with sod all.

Trumped

Would you trust in him, the question I pose,
A puppet master, in a circus of woes.
Democrat or Republican, he don’t care who he’s pimping,
Got shot at by his own, this so-called politician.

Looks like he’s been in a brawl with Tyson’s bite,
Rising through chaos, in the dead of night.
Just like Hitler, hell on earth, different time,
All

Harris Trumped

won't you 
vote Cthulhu 

in twenty 
twenty four 

for four 
years 

of and
for the

Greater Evil
than the 

lesser
two?

Trumped

Trump has been trumped
Kamala is riding high
She’s a wordsmith with a brain
And grumpy Trumpy’s word shy

She’s younger and full of vitality
He’s lost the ear of the crowd
While thinking he’d win easily
He’s now course and very loud

Spitting words of venom
Accusing her of dastardly doings
Kamala is the chosen one
His election bid in ruins

Xi, Putin and ping pong

We'Ve Been Trumped

Sometimes it can be very painful,
    Or just plain embarrassing to admit.
When an icon fails to reach the pedestal,
    And their fraud is hard to acquit.

The effort involved in this fabrication,
    Took decades to sharpen and hone.
Where the 'PR' folks worked their magic,
   

Trumped

He thought he was king of the pack
And told all his team he'd be back.
But what a kerfuffle
When after the shuffle
He found he'd no ace but a Jack!


20.11.20

( For the purpose of the contest only - no political comment!)


'Out On A Lim Poetry Contest' 
Sponsor -Joseph May

Mine Deplorable Shenanigans Trumped

I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe) 
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby

boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,

or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,

with a master bait
tour and/or

April's Been Trumped

April showers bring May flowers and weather breezy
This year April snow has brought us all to our kneesies
What the hell
Something smells 
Must be Trumpie, disturbing the scheme of thingsies

Trump Trumped Decree Targeting Undocumented Americans

No secret the Don did abrogate,
his strict ban barring employees to acclimate
themselves, to live within United States
legal tender, and accommodate
themselves comfortably anonymous,

though "NOT FAKE," but accurate
reliable, trustworthy, et cetera
resources who did activate
my awareness, his hired hands receive adequate
pay, (perhaps greater than minimum wage),

despite the fact he does vehemently administrate,
adulterate presidential decrees, and thus
passively advocate, those

We'Ve Been Trumped

Each day is a frustrating adventure in futility
Tolerating such weird behavior is incomprehensible
The man at the helm
Is spitting out phlegm
Normal just ain't in his realm of possibility

April's Been Trumped

April showers bring May flowers and weather breezy
This year April snow has brought us all to our kneesies
What the hell...
Something smells
Must be Trumpie, disturbing the scheme of thingsies

I Felt Trumped

There was a possibility of snow.
I looked out on a chilly white scene,
reflecting that extremes of weather are 
matched by extremes of political fronts.
	The season hangs its head 
		under a burden.

Out for a walk with 'Duke', I ducked
under snow-laden branches,
but it was the beast of a snowplough
that threw it at me – down my neck.
	Is

Trumped Up Poetry Book

Trump now loves rhyme, its integral
to his existence as his name 
rhymes with so many words so well
and words that qualify his fame,

There’s flump and rump and also plump,
then’s sump and its close cousin, slump
and not forgetting grump and dump
all lumped together form a chump
And contributing to his art 
in English Trump describes a fart

Epilogue

When

Trumped Up

every day 
the fear of the fall out 
because this party sucks 
and never plays the music right

Trumped

Who would have thought Teresa May
Would ever make a nation sway
A snap election she did call
No one thought she'd have the gaul

Denying that she ever would
Everyone knowing that she could
She often comes over as being strong
Perhaps she has this one wrong

Counting down till the eighth of June
Will the country see a blue moon
Anything can happen

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