₱ainting of The Countess Gina

December 22, 2022 at 11:20 pm (Art, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, News, painting, Satire, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

  • A ₱ortrait ₱ainting of the Countess Gina on dis₱lay at The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London
  • British M₱ Renfield R. Renfield was looking at a ₱ortrait ₱ainting of the Countess Gina which was on dis₱lay at The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London.
  • Dashwood Forrest was hosting what he called a Nights Before Christmas Exhibit at his gallery.
  • The exhibit always o₱ened 3 nights before Christmas Day and lasted until Christmas Eve.
  • “Why didn’t you kiss the catering waiter?” Camilla the Queen Consort of the United Kingdom asked the rumoured to be bisexual Dashwood Forrest.
  • “Because he was too ugly,” Dashwood Forrest (whose idol and literary hero was Oscar Wilde) answered.
  • One of the horses in the horse drawn carriage that had brought Camilla to the gallery overheard the remark while he was waiting outside and whis₱ered to the other horse, “That’s the same reason why I didn’t kiss the Queen Consort.”
  • “That’s the same reason why I didn’t kiss Charles when he was ₱rince of Wales,” the other horse re₱lied.
  • “I once stuck my head u₱ the skirt of Meghan Markle the Duchess of Sussex,” a third horse in the carriage quartet of horses remarked.
  • “Lucky you,” the two horses in the front of the carriage horse quartet commented.
  • The fourth horse in the quartet (this was his first night on the job) ₱i₱ed u₱, “Did you hear the one about the incestuous gay male bear cub? He gave his ₱aw a lick.”.
  • “This is beginning to sound like a convention of the U.S. National Democratic ₱arty,” noted a field mouse under the carriage who was eating a ₱iece of cheese and a slice of ₱um₱kin ₱ie.
  • Back inside the gallery, British M₱ Renfield R. Renfield was a₱₱roached by Dashwood Forrest.
  • “₱lease none of your kisses, Mr. Forrest,” Renfield said, “I am not French.”
  • “₱ity that,” Dashwood sighed, “You like this ₱ortrait of the Countess Gina?”.
  • ₱ortrait of The Countess Gina
  • “I do,” Renfield nodded, “Who is this Countess Gina?”.
  • “She is a very good friend of So₱hia the Greco-Egy₱tian Gnostic goddess of Wisdom,” Dashwood Forrest re₱lied.
  • “Isn’t that So₱hia the mother of Yaldabaoth the Irish le₱rechaun?” Renfield inquired.
  • “She is,” Forrest blew his nose into a handkerchief with the ₱ortrait of Dorian Gray on it,” “It’s my understanding that the last time the Countess Gina encountered Yaldabaoth the Irish le₱rechaun, which was in the city of Venice, she gave him a s₱anking on the bare bottom.”
  • “Some guys have all the luck,” British rock singer Rod Stewart hummed as he walked by.
  • -A vam₱ire novel cha₱ter
  • written by Christo₱her
  • Thursday December 22nd
  • 2022.

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  • The Shooting of Werewolf Dangerous Stan McGruesome

    November 29, 2022 at 9:50 pm (Humour, Poetry, Satire) (, , , , , , , , )

  • The girl that stroked his whiskers and scratched his fur was the girl known as Sue
  • A bunch of the boys were whoo₱ing it u₱ in the lycanthro₱ote saloon
  • The kind of ₱lace that goes howling mad under a bright red full blood moon
  • The werewolf hunter with his walking stick was singing a final tune
  • Back of the bar in a solo game sat Dangerous Stan McGruesome
  • And watching his luck was his lady-love Sue who found out he ₱racticed more than a twosome
  • So she ₱ulled out a gun before he could turn into a wolf on the run
  • And shot him where the sun don’t shine through him
  • The silver bullet acted like a red hot ₱oker
  • like Edward II in a Shakes₱eare tale
  • Rather than a story by Bram Stoker
  • He bit the dust before the juke box could turn to rust
  • Hours after the Yukon Klondike sun had set
  • And before his conjugal relationshi₱ bed was wet
  • And all because he took for granted
  • like an overconfident bandit
  • The love of the girl named Sue
  • When he went for a tete-a-tete
  • with Mademoiselle Frou Frou La Rue
  • But the girl that stroked his whiskers and scratched his fur was the girl known as Sue
  • Until she finished him off with a ₱istol and silver bullet fired through and through
  • -A ₱oem and vam₱ire novel cha₱ter
  • written by Christo₱her
  • Tuesday November 29th
  • 2O22

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  • Reblog of The Wild Lindsay Lohan Girl

    October 27, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Entertainment, Folklore, Humour, Poetry, Satire, Songs) (, , , , )

    This was a poem I wrote 13 years ago way back in July 2007 when actress Lindsay Lohan and her shenanigans were big in the news. Written to the tune of the Irish folk song about colonial Australia entitled The Wild Colonial Boy.

    Dracul Van Helsing

     The Wild Lindsay Lohan Girl


    The Wild Lindsay Lohan Girl
    A song written by Christopher
    aka Dracul Van Helsing
    July 25th, 2007
    to the tune of the old Irish song
    The Wild Colonial Boy

    There was a wild Lindsay Lohan girl, Lindsay Lohan was her name
    when it came to finding cocaine, she claimed she’d been framed
    She was not doing dope, her car just went for a twirl
    and dearly did the tabloids love the Wild Lindsay Lohan girl.

    At the early age of sixteen years, she had more than a thousand beers
    and to California traffic laws, she gave several bronx cheers
    She went up on the sidewalk running over Patrolman Merle
    a terror to the highways was the Wild Lindsay Lohan girl.

    One fine evening as Lindsay rode along
    she threw out the window her very thin thong
    Three mounted troopers charged her down
    this drunken airheaded clown

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    Michelangelo’s Vision of No More Xi

    May 3, 2020 at 9:45 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Satire, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

    Michelangelo’s Vision of No More Xi

    Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was having a bubble bath and playing with his rubber ducky when suddenly he picked up a news bulletin from the future on his psychic lobster antennae.

    BBC News Announcer: What we know so far is that Communist China’s paramount leader Xi Jinping was killed in an attack on Xi’s palace by an American plane.
    This is probably the most dangerous international geopolitical tinderbox since the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962.
    Our London reporter Ernstwhile Humphreys is reporting on the British public’s reaction to the possibility of a nuclear World War III.
    Ernstwhile, can you hear me?

    Ernstwhile: Yes, I can, Terence.
    Stores all across the United Kingdom are reporting the biggest run on toilet paper since the start of the Covid-19 pandemic.

    The camera breaks away as masked spectators in the background start singing, “Rule Britannia. Britannia rules the rolls.”

    BBC News Announcer: Thank you, Ernstwhile.
    We’ve just received word from our BBC Beijing correspondent Babel Ling Brooks as to what led to this major geopolitical incident.

    Babel Ling Brooks (looking resplendent in her scarlet red evening dress): Thank you, Terence.
    Surprisingly what hawks in the Chinese Communist Party are calling a U.S. directed airplane assassination on Xi had actually started out as a peaceful diplomatic overture from Washington DC to Beijing.
    In a special White House ceremony, Donald Trump had just named actor Harrison Ford (of Han Solo and Indiana Jones fame) as U.S. Goodwill Ambassador to China and had asked the septuagenarian actor to fly to China in his own private plane (which Ford always pilots himself) to Beijing to deliver a personal message of peace and goodwill to Xi.
    According to my sources in Beijing Air Traffic Control, Ford, while piloting his plane, overshot the Beijing airport by an unbelievably large number of kilometres and ended up crashing into Xi’s palace right into the paramount leader’s bedroom where Xi was apparently paramounting one of his many female concubines.
    Xi was killed instantly- his head being severed by one of the plane’s rotating propeller blades and ending up on a silver platter below an Italian Renaissance artist’s painting of Salome Doing The Dance of The Seven Veils that Xi had apparently been given as a gift from Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman.
    The concubine has fortunately survived unharmed and is currently entertaining bids from both CNN and Fox News as to which U.S network she’ll grant an exclusive interview with first.”

    The vision ended with the concubine holding a Siamese cat being invited to the White House by Donald Trump.

    -A vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Sunday May 3rd 
    2020.

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    Renfield’s TV Commercial For Enterprise Rent-A-Car

    November 22, 2019 at 11:53 pm (Comedy, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Satire, Science-Fiction, TV Commercials, TV Shows, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

    Renfield’s TV Commercial For Enterprise Rent-A-Car

    Tonight’s candidates’ debate in the Tewkesbury In The Cotswolds constituency wasn’t really a formal debate.

    It was more of a get to know the candidates’ night in which each candidate talked about their hobbies or their interests outside politics.

    When it was Renfield’s turn to speak, he said his hobby was writing TV commercials.

    Said Renfield, “I just wrote a commercial for a North American car rental company Enterprise Rent-A-Car which was filmed today and company executives are currently debating whether to air it on television.”

    Amadeus Emanon (who was sitting in the audience) groaned.

    He had had previous experience watching some of Renfield’s TV commercials.

    “And now I would ask the hall technician to play the video,” Renfield grinned, “You’ll get a sneak peak of that TV commercial which will hopefully be shown in North America soon.”

    The video played and it showed actor William Shatner as Captain James T. Kirk wearing the exact same Starfleet uniform that he probably wore in the original 1960s TV series Star Trek.

    Clothes he had very much since outgrown.

    “Hi,” said a smiling William Shatner, “I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise speaking to you on behalf of Enterprise Rent-A-Car. I’m filling in for my friend Patrick Warburton the usual Enterprise spokesman who’s come down with acute laryngitis ever since he won first place in a Greta Thunberg voice impersonation contest a few nights ago…”

    Amadeus sank lower in his chair.

    Captain Kirk walked among the cars at the Enterprise Rent-A-Car lot, “Whenever I visit Earth, I use Enterprise Rent-A-Car to get around.
    I’ve been Captain of the Starship Enterprise for over 60 years now and I’ve been using Enterprise Rent-A-Car for almost as long. People keep telling me that I should have retired years ago and the way I no longer fit into this Starfleet uniform, perhaps they’re right. I seem to have gone well beyond middle aged paunch in terms of my weight…”

    The button on Captain Kirk’s black pants burst and he’s forced to use one of his hands to hold it up.

    “Yesterday I rented a car from Enterprise Rent-A-Car to drive to Ottawa where I received the Order of Canada from Canada’s Governor-General at Rideau Hall in Ottawa. Then I rented another car from Enterprise this morning to drive to Washington DC to meet with Donald Trump and tell him that the planet Xenuthalu had concluded its investigation and found no evidence of wrongdoing by Joe Biden or his son Hunter. So Trump, although disappointed, gave the order to no longer hold up nuclear arms sales to the planet. The missiles are now well on their way…”

    Kirk looks at his Starship Enterprise smart phone, “Oh-oh. I just got a text message from Mr. Spock saying that the planet Xenuthalu has just signed an alliance treaty with the Klingons.”

    Kirk drops the smart phone and bends over to pick it up.

    A loud ripping sound from the back of his pants can be heard.

    Kirk speaking into his smart phone communicator, “Quick. Beam me up, Scotty.”

    Kirk is quickly beamed up just as the Rev. Pat Robertson gets out of one of the Enterprise vehicles.

    Says Rev. Robertson, “Oh my God. The Rapture has just occurred. Why am I still here?”.

    Robertson in a panic screams, “Why am I still here? You forgot about me, Lord. You forgot about me. Your most important, noble and humble servant you’ve left behind. You’ve forgot about me, Lord. You’ve forgot about me.”

    Robertson continues to scream, “You forgot about me, Lord. You forgot about me” as the ad announcer says, “Enterprise Rent-A-Car. Choose your vehicle. Choose your destination.”

    The commercial was a hit with Tewkesbury voters.

    Not so much with Enterprise corporate executives in America.

    -A vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Friday November 22nd
    2019.

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    Renfieldian Hypnosis: Donald Trump Sings Marty Robbins’ Out In The West Texas Town of El Paso – Updated Version

    February 25, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Comedy, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, Music, music videos, News, Romance, Satire, Spy Tales, Technology, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )


    “Out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican girl…”

    British MP Renfield R. Renfield was learning from the Dragon Warrioress Crown Princess Lenora of Lemuria the very powerful techniques of hypnosis they practiced in that ancient civilization.

    Renfield had told his good friend Amadeus Emanon that he was going to use a Lemurian hypnosis technique on Donald Trump just prior to the Donald’s giving his acceptance speech for the Presidential nomination at the Republican National Convention in 2020.

    Curious as to what Renfield was up to, Amadeus decided that he couldn’t wait that long.

    He went to see Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster at the Set Enterprises laboratory to see if the psychic little crustacean could pick up images from the 2020 Republican Convention.

    It turned out that Michelangelo could.

    Amadeus watched the convention on the television next to the lobster tank as Michelangelo worked his lobster antennae to the max and Harvey the invisible rabbit did the same with the rabbit ears on the old television.

    Here was the scene at the Convention just prior to Trump giving his convention acceptance speech:

    Convention Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States… Donald Trump…

    Trump walks on to the stage waving to the crowd as the musical theme Hail To The Chief is being played.

    While the musical theme Hail To The Chief is being played, rare 19th Century film footage of Lakota Sioux Chief Sitting Bull being hit by hail stones during a hail storm is projected on to the large film screen behind Trump.

    “I see Renfield managed to successfully hypnotize the film projectionist at the Convention,” Amadeus remarked to Michelangelo.

    “Ladies and gentlemen,” Trump told the cheering and adoring crowd, “I’m not going to give an acceptance speech. Instead I’m going to sing a song…”

    Trump grabbed the microphone, walked up the stage and started to sing,

    “Out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican girl,
    On the U.S.-Mexico border, I arranged to meet her,
    And as I rode, I thought of a thousand ways to greet her,
    but when I arrived on the scene, I found that some idiot had built there a wall,
    and found out by hitting my head against it, it caused my fine looking toupee to fall…”

    When Trump had finished singing about how he had fallen in love with a Mexican girl out in the West Texas town of El Paso, he walked backstage where he was hit full force in the face by Melania’s purse.

    The First Lady was quite upset with the song’s lyrics.

    A secret service agent talked in code on his walkie talkie, “Hello Jupiter, this is Top Dog. Shit Hole is down. Repeat. Shit Hole is down. He requires urgent medical attention. Fiery Slovenian has hit him. Repeat. Fiery Slovenian has hit him.”

    -A vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Monday February 25th
    2019.

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    Wilkie The Cat Plays Abraham Lincoln On Broadway: A Poem

    February 18, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Arts, Celebrities, Comedy, Culture, Entertainment, Humour, Poetry, Satire, theatre, Theatre Arts) (, , , , , , , , , , )

    Wilkie the feline thespian decided to celebrate Presidents’ Day 2019
    By not drinking his own urine as proposed in AOC’s deal New Green
    Rather he would play the role of Abraham Lincoln
    and he did so after much heavy drinkin’.

    Now Wilkie the Cat fancied himself the Orson Welles of Broadway
    even though he was a bigger flop than a halibut caught in a codway
    His proposal for a Presidents’ Day play
    which drove theatregoers away
    Was to play the role of Abraham Lincoln
    with his catty whiskers, he’d be winkin’ and blinkin’
    And his girlfriend would play Mary Todd
    while the audience would play the part of Nod
    which in their seats would be what they’d be doin’
    As great theatre lovers underwent a serious screwin’

    With encouragement from the ghost of that junior Ed Wood
    Wilkie would put on the best show he could
    which meant that turkey from outer space Plan 9
    would when compared with Wilkie’s Lincoln look like Casablanca sublime

    Wilkie fancied a play within a play like weeping over Hecuba within Hamlet
    or Pyramus and Thisbe looking for rooms to let
    all for the benefit of Midsummer’s wet dream
    As Puck causes mortal aspirations to come apart at the seam

    Wilkie’s idea was to have John Wilkes Booth as an actor on stage
    appearing in Our American Cousin an 1865 theatrical rage
    and have Booth shoot Lincoln from the stage rather than the Presidential Box
    And allow John Wilkes Booth time to wipe the blood off his socks

    Needless to say the idea sounded so much better over 10 bottles of gin
    as Wilkie regaled the cast with his own peculiar historical spin
    taking dramatic license to the seeming level of a mortal sin
    Which it was pre-Vatican II
    As Fishy Fridays
    gave way to beef stew.

    Sean Connery would play Our American Cousin
    His line, “Miss Moneypenny, my head is abuzzin’
    I have swiped the Army’s budget for the building of a wall
    Because doing so I must admit makes me feel rather tall
    As wearing this wee tartan kilt has me in its thrall
    And the blasted neighbours won’t pay for this fine looking wall
    Can you imagine their sheer arrogance and gall
    And Congress won’t let me shut down government until way next fall
    so I’m forced to declare an emergency even though there’s none at all.”

    And Johnny Depp playing the fairy godmother of walls would appear in pink tights
    giving LGBTQ members of the audience severe nocturnal frights
    As Depp waves his magic wand, lo and behold
    From one of his mix matched socks, a gun he does unfold
    For the fairy godmother of walls is John Wilkes Booth
    his night day job of exchanging nickels for a tooth
    the Shakespearian actor did kindly forsooth

    But Wilkie as Lincoln was eating a tuna fish sandwich
    And Baphomet in the next booth was eating roast ostrich
    And as William Shatner appeared as Captain James Kirk
    It turned out both patrons’ food allergies were at work
    With the force of a mid-Atlantic gale breeze
    Wilkie and Baphomet let out a ferocious sneeze
    And the wall came a tumblin’ down
    right on the Statue of Liberty’s crown.

    The play is over
    The day is done
    And Wilkie from his creditors
    is now on the run.

    -A Wilkie The Cat poem
    written by Christopher
    Monday February 18th
    2019.


    Theatre goers smiling because they haven’t yet seen Wilkie The Cat’s Broadway play about Abraham Lincoln.

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    Wilkie The Cat As Count Dracula: A Halloween Theatrical Poem

    October 29, 2018 at 10:43 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Humour, Literature, Poetry, Satire, theatre, Theatre Arts) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

    Narrator:

    Gather around, all ye folks,
    If you’re Canadian, watch your tokes,
    In this theatre, pot is for peeing and not for smokes.
    Our story begins here on Broadway
    where Donald Trump sought starlets to lay
    before Vladimir Putin turned him gay

    Oprah Winfrey (as a transgendered Othello) :

    Oh where, oh where is Desdemona?
    I lie here in bed making many a moana
    but I hear no Desdemona a groana.

    Narrator:

    Ms. Winfrey, you’re in the wrong theatre
    this is what happens when you drink too much beera
    The LGBTQ production of Othello is next door
    please watch those Jesuit condoms on the floor
    as from this theatre to that, you kindly pass
    while Pope Francis’ order celebrates a Baphomet Mass

    Oprah:

    Oh damn, oh damn,
    so much for a grand slam,
    Roseanne Barr plays a transgendered Iago
    while Donald Trump calls Robert Mueller a fago.

    Narrator:

    And now Oprah is moving her ass
    as from this theatre to that, she kindly does pass
    And now we shall begin our own theatrical tale
    as Greenpeace activist encounters a methane gas producing carbon emissions whale
    caused by Jefferey the otter’s cooked extra spicy pork and beans tipping the scale

    And the good ship Demeter crashes
    as Mina Harker bats her eyelashes
    for the methane gas producing whale has sunk the ship
    while Greenpeace activist takes a Justin Trudeau inspired trip
    And Count Dracula (played by Wilkie the Cat) swims ashore
    while his coffin is carried by a yarmulke wearing rabbi wild boar
    it’s a good thing the boar is no porcine Hannibal Lecter
    otherwise his culinary tastes would violate the Mosaic laws inspector

    I forgot to mention that Mitzi la feline actress Parisienne plays Mina Harker
    as Dr. Jack Seward’s asylum patient Renfield eats Peter Parker
    Spiderman is now gone
    a marvel of a swan song
    Lackey of Christopher Lee has triumphed over a Lee named Stan
    as Antifa takes a statue of Robert E. into the can

    The Confederate military hero
    is to the political left a great big zero
    even though he freed his own slaves long before did Ulysses S. Grant
    but this is all ignored in a New York Times rant

    Dracula swims ashore near Whitby Abbey
    where Canterbury’s ex-ArchDruid Rowan Williams looks crabby
    he should have had the lobster flambe instead of crabs a l’amour
    given him while dallying with a young French paramour

    And Jonathan Harker (played by Kelsey Grammer) watches in horror
    as Dracula seduces his sweet love Lenore
    oops! – wrong script! – Poe’s The Raven is the performance for tomorrow night
    as this Wilkie production of Dracula shuts down this theatre’s marquee light

    As Dr. Abraham Van Helsing played by David Hyde Pierce
    moves in to collect Dracula’s Transylvanian government tax arrears
    he stabs the vampiric nobleman through the heart
    as the carbon emissions whale in the sea lets out one last fart.
    Both Greenpeace activist and Count Dracula are now dead
    The janitor will have to wipe the spot where Wilkie has bled
    for a real stake was mistakenly used instead of a prop
    the hazards of hiring for a prop hand a drunken sop.

    -A Wilkie The Cat poem
    written by Christopher
    Saturday October 27th
    2018.


    Desdemona’s Death Scene by Dante Gabriel Rosetti
    A scene from a 19th Century British production of William Shakespeare’s Othello
    very different from an early 21st Century American production of Othello

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    The Donald T-Rump Song

    October 24, 2018 at 9:44 pm (Arts, Celebrities, Comedy, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, Music, News, Poetry, Politics, Satire, Songs) (, , , , , , , , , )

    Oh, let us drink a drink, a drink
    to Donald T-Rump, T-Rump
    the saviour of the human race
    or so he thought in his head
    for which a poor red spider monkey bled

    Now Donald T-Rump thought he was Julius Caesar
    because he was just that type of senile geezer
    but he forgot his Roman history
    it’s certainly no mystery
    Julius was assassinated
    dying very constipated
    and Augustus took over
    like a four leaf clover
    while Jared Kushner returns home from Dover
    to take the reigns of power
    for it is the False Messianic hour.

    -A song written
    by Christopher
    Friday October 19th
    2018
    to the tune of
    The Irish Rovers song
    Lily The Pink

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    Wilkie The Cat Performs Nat King Cole: A Poem

    October 19, 2018 at 8:59 pm (Comedy, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, Musicals, News, Poetry, Politics, Satire, theatre, Theatre Arts) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

    Wilkie The Cat
    had a lovers’ spat
    His girlfriend Mitzi
    was raging spitzy

    She had broken her parasol
    saving Wilkie from a very deep hole
    by red hot pokering a Saudi librarian mole
    Trump defended the Saudi librarian assassin
    and took to Twitter tweety bashin’

    Saudi Arabia had threatened to fly planes into Canadian Toronto’s CN Tower
    while Mohammad bin Salman like Putin gave Trump a golden shower
    No wonder the Donald’s hairpiece was a sickening gold yellow toupee
    for Putin and the Saudi Crown Prince performed like it was a rainy day
    Mid-term elections were soon on the way
    Was Robert Mueller making hay?
    Democrats wondered
    as Lizzie Warren blundered

    The New York Times defended the Senator’s DNA test
    because of brains and intelligence, The Times had not been blessed
    It took one to hate one was that old adage
    which is why Trump and The Times exchanged nasty tweets and cabbage

    But fortunately for Wilkie’s relationship, he got a good gig
    and an assignment that his girl Mitzi should really dig
    He and she were invited to perform at a political party function
    and did not have to play the part of Beverly Hillbillies at Petticoat Junction

    It was at the Lincoln Performing Arts Centre
    and Wilkie promised Mitzi he wouldn’t go on a bender

    Mitzi dressed as Elizabeth Warren took to the stage
    while politicos gazed at her like lions released from a cage
    Mitzi began to sing,

    Cherokee people,
    Cherokee tribe,
    so proud to live
    so proud to die

    and maybe someday when we’ve learned,
    Cherokee Nation will return, will return

    Wilkie The Cat came on stage dressed like Nat King Cole,
    he really relished getting into this role
    He pointed at Mitzi as Warren and began to sing,
    “Oh yes, she’s the great pretender…”
    after the show, Wilkie went on a bender.

    For he got the attending crowd wrong
    turning this into his Lincoln Center swan song
    He thought he was performing to Republicans but alas! they were Democrats
    and now Wilkie and Mitzi were once again unemployed performing arts cats.

    -A Wilkie The Cat poem
    written by Christopher
    Friday October 19th
    2018.

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