The fallout from a weekend tweet storm between @POTUS and Tennessee Senator Bob Corker is only growing more caustic. Corker tweeted that the White House had become “an adult day care center” where “someone obviously missed their shift,” but by the end of business Monday, only Vice President Pence had come to his boss’s defense. Maybe there’s more than a bit of truth to the characterization, and, if so, perhaps the staffers were pre-occupied with their unofficial duties: composing easy-to-remember nursery rhymes to help @POTUS stay focused on his agenda and, despite his self-proclaimed high IQ, to give him mnemonic devices to help him keep up with the latest news. And maybe they sounded like this?


Bickering, dickering DACA,

You’re running out the clock a

Week or two after you said okay

The Dreamers could stay

Now we’re snickering at your flickering “MAGA.”

“Old King Coal” (“Old King Cole”)

Old King Coal stole Scott Pruitt’s cold soul,

And a bitter old soul had he.

He called for crude pipes, and he called for oil drums

And he called for dirty forms of energy.

“Liddle Tax Reformer” (“Little Jack Horner”)

Ryan Tax Reformer

Carved out a corner

Negotiating in Ways and Means

He put in his fork

And pulled out some pork

And said, “Elderly and disabled are the new welfare queens!”

“Baa Baa Black Sheath” (“Baa Baa Black Sheep”)

Baa Baa Black Sheath

Made of Karan wool

You’re too sexy

You’ll make Harvey drool.

Once watching “King’s Speech,”

Twice for “Dirty Girl.”

It’s your word against his, so, I hope that you have “proof.”

“A Tsker, A Faker” (“A Tisket, A Tasket”)

A Tsker, A Tsker

A blue and white faked photo

Veep bought a ticket to the game


And left when they dropped to kneel

Dropped to kneel,

Dropped to kneel,

Yes, Pence left when they dropped to kneel.

Air Force Two they picked him up

And @POTUS tweeted “@” him.

“Under The Wheels of Your Bus” (“The Wheels on The Bus”)

Under the wheels on your bus

Are your fired “friends”

The Mooch is there

So is Reince.

Under the wheels of your bus are the people who,

You turned on like a viper.

The tweets on the bus go

Sad! Sad! Sad!

This guy’s bad!

Boy, I’m mad!

The tweets on the bus go

Bad! Bad! Bad!

All throughout your “work” day.

The golf clubs on your greens go slice, slice, slice

Not so nice.

Fire Spice.

The golf clubs on your greens go whiff, whiff, whiff.

Vent your rage on Corker.

The Nazis on your bus go hate, hate, hate.

You’re so great.

We don’t date.

The Nazis on your bus can march, march, march,

As long as they’re not kneeling.

The Puerto Ricans on your bus go, help us, please,

We have needs,

Hear our pleas

The Puerto Ricans on your bus go we need aid

But you threw paper towels!

The counsel on the Hill goes poke, poke, poke

Looks for smoke.

Connects the spokes.

The counsel on the Hill will look, look, look

‘Til he has an indictment.

The wheels on your bus are coming off

You’re in a trough

Can’t call Agalarov


The wheels on your bus are coming off

‘Cause where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Kelly Conway’s the mommy on your bus saying “Shush, shush, shush,”

Her quotes are mush

Don’t pinch her tush

This winding bumpy ride makes us miss George Bush

We can’t wait ‘til you’re fired.

Debra A. Klein is a writer in San Francisco. Follower her on Twitter@IWishIHadTyped.