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The National Security Advisor In all his frumpery and trumpery Waves his combat moustache menacingly Backed up by each nuclear incisor He threatens Iran with his “hell to pay” Word missiles through his bristles - “We will come after you!” Omitting to say (through his ****** hairdo) His child will not go, but yours will – hooray! For his own combat record is no joke: He bravely fought the Cong around Fort Polk
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
John Bolton Rattles his Moustache of War
The National Security Advisor In all his frumpery and trumpery Waves his combat moustache menacingly Backed up by each nuclear incisor He threatens Iran with his “hell to pay” Word missiles through his bristles - “We will come after you!” Omitting to say (through his ****** hairdo) His child will not go, but yours will – hooray! For his own combat record is no joke: He bravely fought the Cong around Fort Polk
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
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