Parody Poems
Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter's Night
by Richard Randolph
Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art far darker and more cold.
Winter nights oft are long and bereft of light
and slippery roads lead to deaths untold.
Icy winds are another frightful thing,
when gray skies wrap us in a frigid shroud,
but at least we're assured of coming spring
when the warm sun will again shine proud.
But thy cold touch creates an open sore,
such that time and distance can never heal,
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My obsession just to win – in Trump’s own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.
I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.
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I'm so over this Kurdish thing - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
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Nowhere to turn...but wait! In Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
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I'm Kamala - your next President
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
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I'm Kamala - your next President
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
......
My obsession just to win – in Trump’s own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.
I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.
......
Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter's Night
by Richard Randolph
Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art far darker and more cold.
Winter nights oft are long and bereft of light
and slippery roads lead to deaths untold.
Icy winds are another frightful thing,
when gray skies wrap us in a frigid shroud,
but at least we're assured of coming spring
when the warm sun will again shine proud.
But thy cold touch creates an open sore,
such that time and distance can never heal,
......
Industrialization: Anti-Romanticism
by Muhammad Umair
How can you wander lonely as a cloud,
When you are always surrounded by a crowd?
The love for nature will never be observed,
As what you yearn is earn money and get it preserved.
The daffodils may even dance to-day;
The nature calls you every day,
But you overlook and turn to your building
And all you hear is your phone ringing.
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Yes I'm a Billionaire - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
They say I inflated
It's they that conflated
Political lies with their version of facts.
The mess they created
Will long be debated
Another attempt to silence and styme.
As often I've stated
Which leaves them frustrated
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