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Saturday

Comey doesn't get his curtain call, but the hook



Remember it was just recently, that a friend of former FBI director came forward and said Comey tried to hide in the curtain on one of his last White House visits.  The below poem is dedicated to that visit of Comey to the White House.  Hey you can sing along to the tune of Elvis's 'Crying in the Chapel' 


"You caught me hiding in the curtains
The fears I had were my employ
I'll know the meaning of retirement
Trump's not happy with my ploy

They were dark blue white house curtains
Where crazy nut-balls hide away
I prayed that Don Trump wasn't stronger
Keep my job another day

I searched and I searched but I couldn't find
No way Hillary committed crime

Now I'm hidden by the curtains
Where crazy nut-balls are ignored
Yes, I'll hide here in the curtains
Not be seen or hugged by Trump

I wore blue suit and hoped he'd be blind
No way that I'd ever be maligned

Take your troubles to the curtains
Then blend in and hide away
If your blue suit is much lighter
You'll be surely fired today"

Thanks to the  The People's Cube 

1 comment:

Sandee said...

What a great tune to have stuck in my head.

Have a fabulous day, Ron. ☺