• HEAR YE, HEAR YE:  It’s a wedding bell for bedding well while we’re crushin’ the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you’re invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it’s time for some straight shootin’. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald’s rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem’s appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll:

  Tinkle, tinkle rings the bell
  A Fake News warning; time to spell
  out what was wet with Moscow girls.
  Putin’s putas?  Wisdom’s pearls
  were pried from Truth’s reluctant shell,
  banishing Hillary straight to hell.
  None. It’s what we want left over
  from this hag. We now discover
  beds were dry; it all amounted
  (all those golden tricks recounted)
  to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . .
  Russia laughed from her summer dacha.
  InfoWars was on it first
  while Dems spun lies from false to worst,
  awarding cash for faked dossiers
  embellished with the CIA’s
  well-trained performing circus-seal.
  The FBI endorsed the deal
  as RINOS horned in on the action:
  Washingtonian distraction;
  a democrat-concocted fuss—

  . . . but we ALL paid Hillary to piss on us.

  
  

  
  

  
  

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