How Many Pickles...?

How Many Pickles...?

A Poem by Bob B

How many pickles can Mr. Pecker

Put the prickly president in?

All of his predicaments

Already make a person's head spin.

 

Trump's a master at putting himself

In his own pickles, without much assistance.

His course for putting himself in a jam

Follows the path of least resistance.

 

David Pecker, CEO

Of the NATIONAL ENQUIRER,

For a long time has been a chief

Donald Trump admirer.

 

(Trump, by the way, is of the opinion--

And, no, this is not a gag--

That David Pecker's paper is

Truly a highly respectable rag.)

 

Anyway, Pecker is now

Tied to the Michael Cohen case.

It's his turn to pass the baton

In this criminal relay race.

 

They say that Pecker has a secure

Safe--or vault--that once contained

Hush money stories of Trump.

Can their whereabouts be explained?

 

Won't it be curious to hear the songs

That Mr. Pecker is going to sing?

There's still so much to be uncovered

Revolving around the cover-up king.

 

By the way, if you want

To alter your name, you can arrange it.

If Pecker were your family name,

Don't you think you'd want to change it?

 

-by Bob B (8-24-18)

© 2018 Bob B


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