SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE

Papa, please tell us that story again,
The one that doth make thy blood boil?
We all want to hear of the troubles back then,
In the throes of the Dems’ mortal coil.

Tell us the part where our cities were burned,
By that terrorist group clad in black,
And more of that bogus pandemic what spurned,
A loss of our freedom, and what brought it back?

My children, please sit; I’ll tell you the tale,
Of the hero who helped make us great,
Bless-ed was Trump… for he could not then fail,
Lest we fall to an ab-horrent fate.

We are saved, dear ones, the fam’ly has plenty,
Thank God, we survived… the Summer of Twenty.

But what of Ms Clinton who rotted in jail,
For treason, sedition, and those other crimes?
Benghazi, oh my, and those darkened emails,
And the many she killed in their prime?

That Muslim Obama who spied on Dear Trump,
Who framed Gen’ral Flynn and funded Iran,
Lied about healthcare while up on the stump,
Pray, is it true?  That he married a man? 

Whoa, kids!  Please settle.  There’s so much to tell,
Decades, they schemed and destroyed from within,
Perfecting the art of casting their spell,
Through fake news... the purveyors of spin.

But Summer of Twenty... 'twas when the Dems fell,
And Patriot Trump did send them to Hell.

There’s more, dear Papa, we know it is true,
That Biden and son stole our tax money through,
A scheme with Ukraine and a company who,
Kicked back dough when old Joe turned the screw.

Then that woman, you said, who started a coup,
Speaker Nancy, they say, loved her booze,
You spoke of the great many facts they did skew,
Even kids know “impeach” means “accuse.”

Children, you’re smarter than they before you,
Not to blame the poor youth of that time,
The system was rigged with the Common Core zoo, 
That Obama had built on our dime,

It’s crazy to think just how near to the brink,
The Summer of Twenty did slink.

But we did make it through; this much is true,
'Spite ferocious attacks from all sides,
Republicans said to the Dems: “Grand adieu,
We’ll sustain with the Truth as our guide.”

We value the law and comity so,
We support and defend those in blue,
‘Tis peace they do bring, and with safety we know,
We can focus on big things to do.

America’s great, so go contemplate,
That business you want to begin,
‘Cause Trump always said, “Let's deregulate,
It will help our economy win!”

So, go, and “Be Best” on your personal quest,
For the Summer of Twenty was blest!

- Scott Alexander McKenzie

Somewhere in London, she stands there in white,
Dark eyes reflecting these black clouds above,
She gathers her might and studies her plight,
While the rain falls on twenty white doves.

White lies befallen and now she’s crestfallen,
O’er a love that was never to be,
Stiff arms, white knuckles, a face of pale skin,
Conjure thousands of reasons to flee,

To white sands and freedom; fresh air to breathe,
Coconut drinks and a reason to thrive,
A place to forget this white bridal wreath,
Sunglasses, a book, and a life to revive.

Where she’ll crack a slight smile and flip back her hair, 
Reminding herself: white knights… they are rare.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie