G.O.F.P....The Grand Old Frog Party (a poem)
The Trump card is played,
While in the bush...one awaits.
The rest... hesitates.
An old face in place,
As over the hill...dawn breaks.
Smiles with her mistakes.
A Green House party,
For pity's sakes...takes the cakes...
What a mess, it makes!
No soul concentrates...
While the News Media placates...
Too much...on our plates.
A strange tomorrow,
Where's a starship to borrow...
When I have the shakes?
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