by G5
There was a young lady from the NSA
Who made up something juicy to say.
No one knows why, but she hated the Don
All she knew was she wanted him gone.
We cannot reveal her real name,
Lest she becomes the next Valerie Plame.
She knew one of the world’s great wankers,
Adam Schiff, failed from the Fed bankers.
She played to one of Schiff’s boys,
Who she knew she could work as toys.
A wiggle of an arse,
And all will just pass.
Adam never so bright
Thought this lie just might.
But then nothing on which to rely,
They changed rules for a ‘hearsay lie’.
The young lady from the NSA,
Actually had nothing to say.
The trap was sprung,
As Schiff holds the dung.
With the mounting stench
From that nameless wench.
No collusion, no obstruction,
All heading to Dem construction
Make a bigger lie, Eric will hold,
The spy who came in from the cold.
First they had one, with Vind they have three,
But all are just lies, with no truth to disguise.
What can you do, Ciaramella funny fella?
What can you do, Ciaramella funny you?
Great poem. Great photo. Great Gumshoe.
Yay!
Glad you like the pic
Hahahaaaaaa, thanks G5 and Gumshoe for the giggles. Does Geppetto know his puppet’s on the move?
Hey, whatever happened to Chinese modesty?
Hey, whatever happened to symphony protocol?
Oh well, let them what’s is without sin cast the first stone.
The screech to impeach was leached from excrete.
The swamp is safe, as they still harvest the waif.
To late this specimen, to stop the oxygen.
Ode to Simon:
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