The choice is quite clear for Ivanka
Attend or clear out for Sri Lanka
If she’s nice to Joe
She might not have to go
Though her choice puts her dad in a funka
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UPDATE: Melania Trump also plans to attend: with a date! “Yes, eetz Johnny Depp. I like bad boys.”
There is a Trump lawyer named Powell
Whose ideas come direct from her bowel
The woman’s so fruity
That even Mad Rudy
Has needed to throw in the towel
An Islamist named Rached Khiari
Is tickled and not at all sorry
That fellow believers
Take massive meat cleavers
And make all free citizens quarry
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SAY THEIR NAMES! — RACHED KHIARI —
Some nibble a bit on a Reuben
Some slyly puff-puff on a Cuban
But if you assume
You can hide that from Zoom
You’ll end up like Jeffrey Toobin
When meeting with journalists daily
She handles them firmly but gaily.
Her briefing’s now viral
She’s entered the spiral:
Oh Lord, our President Falwell
Thou madest his cock
To roll and to rock.
Amen! He hath answered thy Call well.
Stand by for a statement from Tucker:
“Who knew that Blake Neff was a fucker?
I shall now go away
To escape from a fray
That has totally made my ass pucker.”
You needn’t consult Alvin Toffler
To figure a future for Loeffler:
The stock deals of Kelly
Are stinky and smelly.
Her denials make things even awfler.
The tall man gets grouchy
When he hears li’l Fauci:
An icon of science
Who’s out of compliance
And gives the world’s leader an ouchy.
The win of one would-be commander
Looks dim when he too-left meanders
His answer on Castro
Will put him in last row
Unless someone sits down with Sanders
In secular France, it would seem,
We all have the right to blaspheme.
If you’re worried that’s gone
Listen up to Macron:
It’s the heart of what makes France supreme.
A hedge fund investor named Hodge
Had dummies he had to massage
To get into schools
That weren’t even cool
And now he is locked in une cage
She has already shared with you the limerick she wrote long ago about Jonathan Turley; now that Louis Gohmert has popped up in the impeachment proceedings, UD brings back an old limerick she wrote about his frustrated efforts to have the National Portrait Gallery remove a bust of Margaret Sanger.
A congressman famed for his anger
Wants museums to bust Margaret Sanger.
Their refusal leaves Louie
– At zero for two-y –
To calm himself down with his wanger.
… for whom lying about consensual sex is way impeachable, but bribing an ally desperate for military aid in a hot war is no way impeachable, UD thought she’d share this limerick she wrote years ago about Turley.
Turley is an avid defender of polygamists.
A colleague of UD‘s named Turley
Wants one boy to have many girlies.
“My thing on polygamy
Makes UD quite sick of me,
And even my wife has turned surly.”
My answer to Mr. Bloom, L.?
I'm fine, and am nowhere near hell.
My answer to this?
I'll stick with the Swiss.
The weather in Zurich is swell.