A Democrat and a Republican meet in Trump’s stomach.
“Did he eat you too?” the Democrat asks.
“No, I came from the other side.
I haven’t heard the joke before. I laughed, then nodded. Yep, that’s how it’s done, also knows as brownnosing, if I am not mistaken.
“My mind is like a little house,
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out;
They put things in,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
It’s not my mind at all.”
― Margo T. Rose, The Words
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do. Continue reading