Clueless News


Without a clue like mysteries do,
I write this little poem for you.
Like bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
accompanying the late, I'm late, Queen,
to her royal ending doings, do.

Mar-a-Lago is an over evaluated club,
so here is the rub, the rub a dub, dub.
If you're caught doing it, it's called fraud.
Maybe better than accused by a broad.

A hurricane is humping out Bermuda way,
after doing it to Puerto Rico the other day.
Watch out, Gulf Coast, it's coming to play,
with flood, wind and misery here to stay.

Putin is shootin' wildly from the hip,
to destroy Ukraine with more than just lip.
Jerking around with a nasty nuclear flip,
Armageddon waiting below that iceberg's tip.


Queen's

Queen's Missing Stolen from GettyImages--Sue Me

Was clueless about what to write about, so
I thought I would break the news. Did I break
it? Will I be sued for copyright infringement?
I hope so.

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