Biden Poems
Is this all there is?
by Robert Ippaso
Too old by half.
Just ask the media, ask their staff,
Obstinate may be
But surely that writing on the wall can they still see?
Politics not a game for laggards,
Granted some confuse that term with braggards;
Lithe and vibrant does one need be
When all the time their message is “look at me”.
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Trump thinks he’s General Custer - In Biden’s own words in regards to Hunter
by Robert Ippaso
So what I helped a bit,
Turned a blind eye,
Have I not always taught him
To reach for the sky?
He’s a good boy,
Maybe just lost,
But he tries so darn hard
Little knowing the cost.
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Should I, Shouldn't I – in Trump’s own words
by Robert Ippaso
I'm pining, they're whining
I want to announce,
Biden is flailing, Democrats whaling,
Give me the nod and watch me just pounce.
Timing’s the key, I know they want me,
But all my square minders
Scratching their head, tossing in bed,
Remind me to follow the words of our founders.
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Miss me yet? In Trump's own words
by Robert Ippaso
I told you, you would miss me
The minute I was gone
Tough to swallow, hard to see
The extent of Joe's real con.
First he promised, some believed
His sole aim a power grab,
Many listened quite relieved
For his special brand of drab.
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Why I’m ‘Biding’ my time – in Trump’s own words
by Robert Ippaso
You may well ask where am I,
Am I engaged or fully checked out,
Take a seat, happy to clarify,
Placate your mind, dispel any doubt.
I'm Biding my time and that's not a joke,
Giving the old guy time to implode,
He's senile and tired, befuddled and woke,
Any wires remaining will for sure overload.
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Is this all there is?
by Robert Ippaso
Too old by half.
Just ask the media, ask their staff,
Obstinate may be
But surely that writing on the wall can they still see?
Politics not a game for laggards,
Granted some confuse that term with braggards;
Lithe and vibrant does one need be
When all the time their message is “look at me”.
......
I really did it - in Biden's own words
by Robert Ippaso
I did it, I really did it, something got passed,
Nancy and I succeeded at last,
What a huge pain convincing my team,
When all I could do was silently scream.
The Squad were blackmailing,
The media loud blaring,
Republicans laughing while doing high fives,
My only solution to hide and dodge knives.
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Obama’s my weapon. In Biden’s own words
by Robert Ippaso
Folks say I'm struggling
That I'm old and confused,
They don't see all the haggling
Which leaves them bemused.
My colleagues are wordy
My enemies too,
But my willpower is sturdy
As I'm all for the Blue.
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Miss me yet? In Trump's own words
by Robert Ippaso
I told you, you would miss me
The minute I was gone
Tough to swallow, hard to see
The extent of Joe's real con.
First he promised, some believed
His sole aim a power grab,
Many listened quite relieved
For his special brand of drab.
......
Should I, Shouldn't I – in Trump’s own words
by Robert Ippaso
I'm pining, they're whining
I want to announce,
Biden is flailing, Democrats whaling,
Give me the nod and watch me just pounce.
Timing’s the key, I know they want me,
But all my square minders
Scratching their head, tossing in bed,
Remind me to follow the words of our founders.
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