The Old Dame

 

There was an old dame

Who lived up in Maine

She thought she was such a queen

She took from your living

Demanded your giving

To her every whim and dream

She said she knew best

Ignored the protest

She failed every test

A lie was her quest

Her budget was lacking

The bills were all stacking

She knew she must find a way

To cover the shortfall

She looked for a windfall

Quixote had windmills to slay

She cried with all zest

“Go hide in your nest!

You are all blest

That I know what’s best!”

She said, “There is sickness!

Through city, through wildness.

Oh terrors! Oh, dread this could be!”

“Lets make matters worse

And empty your purse!

I need some more money, you see!”

To claim a disaster

We cover and plaster

We silence and master

With fear climbing faster

Its royal deceit

A theft! No receipt

We see through the veil

A sham old and pale

To bow us to fiefdom

And take all our freedom

History warned us

Will history scorn us?

There was an old dame

Who crushed all of Maine

To cover her plot and scheme

by Andy Torbett

Whimpers in the Whelpering

Whimpers in the Whelpering

Hope springs eternal or so the poets say

But nothing seems poetic in Washington today

Battle on the wind, stalemate all a’grind

The blame, The game as who can best opine

There’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

A battle for security we asked for vows to win

Promises they make to keep until the tests begin

But one is standing firm it seems until the battle ends

They’re Trumped, They’re stumped, And soil their vast Depends

There’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

Mitt came in a full on wail to prove he does not quail

We’ve never won, Its how its done, Republicans just bail

Not that they are weak, just only in the knees

They got a plan to make a stand if the press agrees

So now the people wait with dread anticipation

Ignored again, stuck again, a sad capitulation

The pattern can be broken if the truth be spoken

Find the spine, Hold the line, Courage can be woken

But, there’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

by Andy Torbett

The Republican Waffle

The Republican Waffle

Oh, it’s that ominous Dance
The people’s game of Chance
Now that a victory’s Won
Just how will it all be Undone?

The Republican Waffle

We knew it would Come
Like the beat of Drum
They passed Tax Reform
Then scurry back to the Norm

Surprised somehow they’ve Won
Where did that spine come from?
Our legislation broke Tradition
To ask the Democrats Permission

The Republican Waffle
It’s kinda like a Shuffle
When they run from a Scuffle
It’s the Republican Waffle

It’s not a dancing Craze
Just the usual Haze
Afraid to seize the Day
They cower at the donkey Bray

The Republican Waffle

We gave them what they asked
With a list of Tasks
But they found so many Ways
And means to avoid the Frays

Just a mere Rebuttal
Will cause Ole’ Mitch to Scuttle
The plans he’s Makin’
For Schumer’s Belly-achin’

The Republican Waffle
It’s kinda like a Shuffle
When they run from a Scuffle
It’s the Republican Waffle