Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Sixteen

 

 

XMAS TAX

 

Xmas is coming,

The rich are getting fat,

Please put a dollar

In Donald Trump’s hat;

If you haven’t got a dollar

A billion ought to do —

If you do not have a billion,

Well boo-hoo-hoo,

How sad for you!

 

 

WHENCE

 

Whence cometh Melania?

Is it from Albania?

No, from someplace greenier --

A valley in Slovenia!

Is Donald Trump her senior?

Yes, and he's much meanier.

 

 

THE AXE

 

Axe me no questions

And I'll tell you lies:

We're cutting your taxes

And, quick as time flies,

Your tax cuts expire,

But not those we gave

To the big corporations,

And that's why we rave.

You get what you pay for,

So you're getting nothing,

No roads, rails or bridges,

And that's really something

To put in the books

For following ages --

Local taxes go up

And down go your wages!

Merry Xmas, dear neighbor,

Happy New Year, you chump!

Get up on your roof, and

Get ready to jump!

 

 

CHALOO, CHALLAY!

 

Chaloo challay,

It’s Xmas Day,

And Donald Trump

Says we can say

“Merry Christmas”

once again —

Oh, Happy Day,

Chaloo challay

Donnie Trump

Says it’s okay!

He makes me feel

So goddam gay!

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.

 

 

KUDOS FOR CLAUDETTE

 

Claudette McFang has passed the test:

this pussycat can say it best!

Congress, the White House, the boudoir—

Claudette knows where the stories are

and tells them as they should be told.

Her facts are right, her lingo’s bold,

and she defends the righteous cause

with sharp and deadly verbal claws!

 

Rhina P. Espaillat