By Capitol Hill, there does blow an ill wind;
it's troubling times for the right's wunderkind.
For, long undetected, a sleeper's lain dormant—
the Pentagon's home to a Russian informant!
When papers went missing, alarm bells rang out;
there's mischief in Washington, be in no doubt.
Some treasonous, treacherous, scheming Boy Jones
has stolen State secrets and bugged all the phones.
But we're gonna fix it, this awful affair;
we've sent out a call to one Wayne LaPierre.
So soon, this despicable servant of Putin
will go to his grave when old Wayne starts a-shootin'.
He's gonna blast holes in that traitorous flesh
when he makes his stand beside Dana Loesch.
There's very few problems, perhaps not a one,
that can't be resolved by the use of a gun.
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Alas, not one miscreant will suffer from harm;
I grudgingly woke to my clock's shrill alarm.
No need for concern, all is well, and it seems
that all this commotion was just cowboy dreams.
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Author Notes
Today's word: Boy Jones (n.) a secret informant.
Wayne LaPierre: Head of the NRA, renowned for heartless comments about victims of gun violence.
Dana Loesch: Female face of the NRA. Hand-picked to demonstrate that women can be just as obnoxious as their male counterparts.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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