Queen's Missing! Stolen from GettyImages--Sue Me

Clueless News

Without a clue like mysteries do,

I write this little poem for you.

Like bobbies on bicycles, two by two,

accompanying the late, I'm late, Queen,

to her royal ending doings, do.

Mar-a-Lago is an over evaluated club,

so here is the rub, the rub a dub, dub.

If you’re caught doing it, it's called fraud.

Maybe better than accused by a broad.

A hurricane is humping out Bermuda way,

after doing it to Puerto Rico the other day.

Watch out, Gulf Coast, it's coming to play,

with flood, wind and misery here to stay.

Putin is shootin' wildly from the hip,

to destroy Ukraine with more than just lip.

Jerking around with a nasty nuclear flip,

Armageddon waiting below that iceberg's tip.

Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull

9/22/22

You can read and print this poem at my website here.