Thoughts of Spring.

The tips of the crocus are now in focus, As whispers of spring dance in the trees. 

 The robins are confused, they didn’t get the news, Of the frozen ground, where no worms to be found.

 Yet more daylight brings joy, a collective delight, With kids out in shorts, basking in the light. 

 The old folks are still bundled, wrapped snug in their coats, While laughter spills forth, like sweet springtime notes. 

 What was once gloom, a fading memory soon, As nature awakens, beneath the bright moon. 

 Leaves unfurl gently, and flowers break free, In the heart of the season, all life sings with glee. 

 So let’s welcome the warmth, the vibrant anew, With each petal and promise, the world feels brand new. 

 In this dance of renewal, together we’ll bloom, As spring paints our lives, chasing away all the gloom.

 Joe's sharp as a tack

As his grip on the public continued to tense.
His support once steady began to crumble,
As he fumbled and bumbled, his plans would stumble.
“Sharp as a tack!” the media hack cried,
But more of the same is all they implied.
Yet then came the debate, and it was too late—
No competition, for Kamala it was fate
The Party of Diversity, in their haste,
Said only one had the true taste of grace.
But Kamala emerged with promises galore,
With billions in backing and plans to restore.
She took to the stump with passion and flair,
To vanquish Trump—who had no compare.
But doubts began spreading, and even some dread,
As her speeches fell flat, and logic fled.
Questions of substance were met with a cackle
obviously to many and to tough to tackle
On inflation and immigration, the nation did wait,
But Kamala’s words came too little, too late.
So she rolled out the famous,
With promises dubious and shameless.
After millions in hand, they were unanimous in thought—
Her rise was a gamble that no one had bought.
When the results came in, it wasn’t a shock—
Kamala and Joe were both out of the dock
Both heading for the door, no more to be heard,
The world had moved on, their voices a blur.
And so, from the stage, they fade away,
Never again to see the light of day.
The Donald is back, and rats are jumping jump the ship,
The censors grow silent, no word from their lip.
Joe to pardon the lawfare conspirators bold,
Fauci and Cheney, Joe's plan to unfold.
But always in the end truth will be told.