Trump’s Communi-Cats Problem
Let’s say you have a bunch of talking cats
Not the fat cats, and not the Aristocats
But furry spokes-animals with empty hats
Trying to make sense of an infant on Twitter
None, a particularly well-spoken babysitter
But all are armed with brand-name kitty litter
You see, the boss all too frequently poops
And the smell wafts into news media scoops
Then the White House dispatches the cat troops
Doesn’t matter whether the cat is swain or wench
The most powerful cat litter won’t cover the stench
Nixon’s plumbers didn’t have this big a wrench
Trump’s communications prob wasn’t Dubke
And it isn’t his spokes-cats doing poop duty
It’s his aversion to using the tweet mute key
The moral of this story’s still to be written
By Russia, spokes-cats will always be bitten
‘Less Trump upstages self and grabs more kitten
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