Brian Allgar Hackety, rackety, Donald and Vladimir Sneer at collusion. ‘It’s Fake News!’ they say.
That’s what they tell us, but Megalomaniac Donald’s now ruling the USSA.
Robert Schechter Bardily, hardily, Gertrude and Claudius Killed Hamlet’s father so ‘Vengeance!’ he cried!
Yet in the end the boy Oversoliloquized, Dithered and dallied till Everyone died.
Susan McLean Sneakily, cheekily, Crabtree & Evelyn, named to sound British, a Yankee pretence,
under the guise of its nomenclatorial bid for distinction, made dollars from scents.
Chris O’Carroll Avidly-Ovidly, Thisbe and Pyramus, Badly confused by a Leonine brute,
Die at the hands of two Post-Babylonian Amateur thespians, Bottom and Flute.
Bill Greenwell Flobadob, flobadob, William and Benjamin Lived for their pot, and on That they agreed.
Most of their street slang was Incomprehensible, Though you could sense they were Both fond of Weed.
Mike Morrison Schmaltzily-waltzily Rodgers and Hammerstein Money-spun musicals — Think Carousel;
Iffy, improbable Counterintuitive Lap-’em-up love stories, Corny as hell.
Francis Harry Lakey-post-Blakery, William and Dorothy Saw what they saw and they Knew what they knew.
Those two go walking — gold Flowers do dance moves, then Prodaffodilian Legions ensue
Alan Millard Tumpity-Tompity, Stanley and Livingstone Met as a pair in the African gloom.
Proof of their meeting was, Unsatisfyingly, Something that Stanley could Only presume.
Max Gutmann Bridery-hidery Trump and Melania Seem rather odd as their Nation’s First Pair:
He’s the quintessence of Megalomania; She looks her happiest When she’s not there.
Orel Protopopescu Rollicky, frolicky, Popeye and Olive Oyl, Spinach for breakfast the Day they were wed.
Battled all rivals till Unwatchability, Not lethal jealousy, Beat them instead.
Joseph Conlon Dinafore-pinafore Gilbert and Sullivan Musical masters of Upside-down fun.
Quarrelled on matters pure Flibbertigibberty, Making the lawyers’ lot A happy one.
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