The Anti-Trump Troubadour … 60+ Songs!
“Can the Tyrumposaurus read? Really, Kayleigh? I’m not talking context. I’m just talking about comprehending a complete sentence?”
The Kayleighmcenany tightly gripped the flat rock lectern with her short arms.
“Hi, guys. How is everybody?”
“Who are you?” asked the Moscowmitch.
“What? Um, you know. The, uh … Johnbolton. Remember me?”
The dinos in the Sin Hut Cave rolled their eyes as one. The embarrassing welcome mat rolled up in Bolton’s face with a snap …
The Jerrynadler looked the dinos before him up and down, hemmed and hawed twice to air out his jowls — doctors orders — and paused for a moment. He forgot what he was going to say. …
The two Okla-Tulsa workers went about their mundane task, taking turns with their tails, knocking down rock-by-rock the auxiliary flat rock lectern. Disgust weighed down their grunts. This was make work. The lectern had been set up for the secondary Tyrumposaurus rally point that never happened. …
Day 1243 — “Wasting My Time with You” … and Day 1247 — “Tulsa Time”
Sweat dripped profusely from the Tyrumposaurus rally campaign dino’s brow. He wiped it away, stealing a peek at the T-Rump.
“It’s not too late to cancel this thing.”
“Are you kidding me?!” roared the T-Rump. “There are millions of dinos out there. Millions! Do I have to get the Seanspicer in here to tell you that?”
