MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS, PART FOUR
IN A MONSTROUS INAUGARTION
(Rewritten by Claudette McFang after Albert W. Ketelbey's "In a Monastery Garden"
and inspired by a Facebook typo for "inauguration".)
Through the murky twilight falling
Emails from afar are calling
And appalling all the weary
As attendees can attest.
The Washington Monument is reeling,
And Republicans are stealing
While Democrats appeal for mercy --
None are obliged, and none are blessed.
We rove about in a darkling land
That once seemed merely dull and bland.
I hear a voice that seems to tell me
The White House has a scary guest.
Joy won't come again with morning,
Not with these dark storm clouds forming
Now Donald Trump's the turtle dove
Replacing what had been our best.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
"Checking the scene at Bowling Green."
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
"Looked for the Massacre -- everywhere."
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you find?
"I found that Kellyanne's out of her mind."
We have a crooked President who has a crooked smile --
He found a crooked judge, he thinks, who doesn't like his style.
He tweeted, "What a dirty rat, the countermanding louse!"
And went on fuming in his White and quite disgusting House.
A Trump came trumpeting out of his Tower
With pussies galore to show off his power.
He could sing nothing but, "Hey, look at me!
I am the greatest...ass you'll ever see!"
The Trump administration thinks that they're entrepreneurs,
But that's not true, of course, because they're strictly amateurs
Excepting when they turn themselves into self-saboteurs.
One wonders how this Cabinet's incompetence endures.
Little Don Trump
Sat in a hump
Eating his humble pie.
"California is out
Of control, and I'll pout,"
He said, "till I spit in their eye."j
"It's common sense!" Says Donald Trump
In phrases clipped and terse,
But he'd not recognize common sense
With two Pence in his purse.
"pOTUS" has a little pee,
His thoughts are in the drainer.
He means it when he does something
And says, "It's a no-brainer."
Trump, Trump, Trump, the gang is munching,
Cheer up, comrades they are dumb,
And beneath the starry flag they will soon eat crow again
In the freedom of our own beloved home.
COMPOSED IN THE SHOWER
What can we say about Flynn?
It's hard to know where to begin.
He was man of the hour
Before Trump was in power,
But now he is out and not in.
As Donald Trump's majorette minion,
It is my most humble opinion
Attacking his daughter's nice clothes
Is punching the President's nose.
So don't drop her line at the mall --
They haven't at Moscow's street stall
Because it's just fine. You should buy it --
I'm sure you'll agree if you try it.
From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.