Freddy the Fly

Freddy the fly Stole the show As politicians bragged About what they know He made his landing On Mike Pence’s head And stayed so long He appeared to be dead But after two minutes And a few seconds more He flew to find Another head to explore

Bitter

  You’re one to rely on In times of change Now even you, Coffee, Taste a bit strange You’re no longer smooth You seem a bit sour Like you’ve been in the pot For too many an hour You’re bitter, Coffee, Right from the drip I like you less The more I sip