‘Tis the voice of the Prezster, I heard him declare “I’m a beautiful orange, with candyfloss hair.” If his foes commit errors, he’s loud as can be, And he yells “lock her up” out of every TV, But the daughter he lusts for does similar acts, And we hear not a peep of his normal…

“Is it well to wish thee happy?…Thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.”  Locksley Hall, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.  True of Trump’s wives, his associates, and the USA. (The image is Robin Hood—Robin of Locksley—fighting Guy of Gisborne. We need a Robin Hood,…

To clean out the woods with a rake? Imagine how long that would take! The thing we all fear Becomes ever more clear, It’s his brain, not the news, that is fake!

Melissa Mead saved my ho-hum post with this excellent limerick: Tom’s media presence gets fitter! Go find him on Facebook and Twitter. A website, a blog, LinkedIn? We’re agog! Soon buttons, and maybe some glitter… (She also has some amazing photos of flowers.)

I’m working on my social media presence:   Website: https://tomslakey.com   Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tslakey Twitter: https://twitter.com/TomSlakey LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tslakey/ Still a work in progress. Will add social media buttons.  

It seems that my poems are similar to a medieval practice called flyting. Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flyting) has: Flyting is a ritual, poetic exchange of insults practised mainly between the 5th and 16th centuries. The root is the Old English word flītan meaning quarrel. Examples of flyting are found throughout Norse, Celtic,[2] Anglo-Saxonand Medieval literature involving both historical and mythological figures.

September 15, 2018 — Yes, it’s too easy to say, but our thoughts and prayers are with the Carolinas and the folks currently being battered by Florence. And Trump chooses this moment not to talk about that, but instead to deny the deaths in Puerto Rico. A storm flattened poor Puerto Rico, But Trump doesn’t…