Good Golly Muppy Donnie

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Good Golly

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Oh, by golly diddley doop

His mouth shouted out loops

Loops and loop of nasty sounds

As he stood in his toilet grounds


Undoodlie bouncing jumpin’ round

Everyone laughed, sighed or frown

For vile voice and ways he got the crown

Of the least holy lord of word renown


We’d love to send  him back you see

For such naughty mindless poetry

For somehow it seemed he did rhyme

Each nasty fragment a new crime


We even forgot what set him off

In golden shoes poli-playing golf

Hitting a potty full brilliant green

Somehow he still made it obscene


Such is the political machine today

Filled with farmers of money not hay

Trying take all away gifts from all of us

For only white/right ones could ride his bus


Pretending that taxes are not for billionaire

That lowly tax payers do them prepare

To the heaven of dollars and no moral sense

Proclaiming we pay for their holy presence


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Our hard work, loving, caring lives

Are nothing when they can buy their wives

Or a woman for the night, peckerbees

Those greedy guys are prime social disease


fowl-brained greedy ones want more more more

who deny hard work say it is only for the poor

dancing for gold & silver on Wall Street floor

to hell with working folk, slam shut the door


with thanks to the felon adulterer boy

with the round hateful lie-filled lips

sucking on the blood and work of us 

his brain and heart filled with rabid pus


ain't nothing but a hound dog is he

wanting you to bow down to his knee

or kiss him where he love to pee

that hounddog in his red tie hee hee!


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“Good Golly” naughty thoughts this morn:

© James M. Frase-White 9 July 2025


 

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