Waiting For Those Gingerbread Men

Days before Christmas are still in double digits

As he sits sadly around the house and fidgets.

He’s the anxious cookie maker. 

Not willing to be such a premature baker

Of his most-favored cookie treats

That his gems get stale and no one eats.

The Emperor in Action

This Emperor of Ours 

He’s the only one who could possibly know

The Ukrainians were given no quid pro quo

What the Democrats say about holding back aid

Was just one of those deals that had to be made.

And there are no rooms at his grand hotels

For those who wish to blow their whist-els.

It sure seems the emperor has no clothes

Or so one who hears all this might suppose.