Rhyme for Our Time

A WHITE HOUSE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas, And in the White House Donald Trump was behaving Like a great big girl’s blouse. ‘They’re all out to get me,’ He yelled. ‘Those

bad dudes, They all think I’m stoopid, But that’s just fake noos. ‘They want to evict me, Well, just let them try, Cos I got the best lawyers That money can buy. ‘And as for those Limeys, They get all uptight, When I tell them just how To put their country right. ‘And then the Queen gave me A withering look, When I told her that I’d Get her boy off the hook. ‘I said I’ve got contacts, Reliable guys, Who could fix Andy up With some great alibis.’

He ranted on till His long-suffering wife said: ‘Donald, drink up your cocoa And then get to bed. ‘Just hang up your stocking And then say a prayer, And Santa might bring you Some shiny new hair.’ I. G. Fenner, New Milton, Hants.