By Marvin Lurie
Every time I think I’ve gone too far,
I read the paper and realize I haven’t gone far enough.
Baa Baa Donny
have you any money?
Yes sir. Yes Sir,
full banks many.
Some for my gold door,
some for my pompadour
none for the little boy
stranded on the shore.
Donny Donny quite contrary
how your orders do grow,
with midnight tweets, rash deceits
and craven Republicans all in a row.
Chatty Donnie
sat with his cronies
predicting a terrorist doomsday.
When big bad Putin
started shootin’
he frightened Chatty Donnie away.
Pussy-Grabber pudding and pie
groped the girls and made them cry.
When the lawyers came out to play,
Pussy-Grabber ran away.
Donny had such little hands
they couldn’t help but show
and everywhere that Donny went
his hands were sure to go.
They grabbed a woman’s crotch one day,
which is against the rules.
He said it’s just locker room talk
besides they’re minuscule.
Old mother Hubbard
went to her cupboard
to get her blood pressure meds.
She didn’t have any pills.
There weren’t more refills.
Obamacare was repealed by the feds.
Marvin Lurie is retired from a career as a trade press editor, president of an association management and consulting firm, and senior executive in an international trade association. He began writing poetry as an undergraduate at the University of Illinois. In 1998, anticipating retirement and with the desire to reinvest time and effort writing poetry, he took several week-long and shorter poetry workshops taught by established poets and started over. He and his wife moved to Portland, Oregon in 2003 where he has been an active member of the local poetry community including service on the board of directors of the Oregon Poetry Association for two terms, as an almost perpetual poetry student at the Attic Institute of Arts and Letters in Portland and as a participant in several critique groups. Visit his website at marvlurie.com.
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