Which one! Which one?
Whom should the little prince trust?
The big brother Biden with his arm around him?
Or proud papa Putin who trusts him?
No one is allowed to drive Putin around.
And he did not even get an invitation to the wedding!
But he is now being invited to the first State Supper.
And he is the treat!
No one else has been invited all this time.
The youngest President of France, is being invited
By the oldest President of America
To the White House for a tete
Camilla and him seemed to get along
Maybe they will get a chance to dance
Or do they still dance at state suppers?
Hmm, it has been a while since I was
Invited to one of those shindigs.
Maybe Grandma Feinstein can be allowed
A Seat although it is Christmas around the corner
She might have a thing or two
To discuss with the young fellow
After all he has no other family
Or does he?
All that is shown is his wife's relatives
Nobody knows his own parents.
Well, let it be successful
And pray he won't be arrested
For no reason at all
Or recalled
French politics are tricky
Only the foolish and the wisest
Make it in France
Wheras almost anyone can get
Into the Oval office.
Even uncle Joeseph
Who was once everyone's best friend
Trust no one young man!
If I was his mother
They are all after your wallet
That bank account is precious
As is the retail value of your castles
Not to mention all those fancy cars
Your country is one of the more expensive ones
Even a well-known person could be robbed
And not even recognized when approached
By authorities till it is too late to return
The private papers and other items not replaceable.
Enjoy the Wine and the Dine
Maybe Joseph has not changed his spots
By walking into the Oval office
Instead of running around the perimeter
77 trees are there for you to count
On your tour of the White House
But this is not your first trip.
I forgot I was living in DC
When I suddenly had a knock on the door
Meghan and Harry had droppedd by
To inform me that I no longer had a home
Evicted by my non daughter who had the key
I was forced to walk out of a three-hundred-year-old brick house
A month before your wife was about to transcend
Upon the domestic America press
While it is probably been replaced
By a glass death trap
The once tranquial neighborhood
That was already there when the
District of Columbia was established
It was once an Indian village
Then an academy of sciences along the riverbed
They put up so much no one can guess
What was once in the neighborhood
They even tore down the original train station
Finances and economy
Will be your teatime conversation
I am still a caffeine addict
Without coffee or expresso
I am dead to the world
I came all the way back
To California to find
The other inheritance property
Which was a French land grant
From Napoleon himself
Has gone to the dogs
Those people who claim to be Mexican
And yet, are not born in Mexico nor America
Have taken a private compound
Made it into a campground
Are probably planning a casino or something
They think they are Monaco or something
Instead of a fruit orchards and port village.
I can remember walking when I was very little
Along the twisted road towards the old train route
Smelling and touching the vintage roses
They had been there forever
And there were grapes as well
When the blight hit California wines
They took the root stock
And provided a new stock for them
Then they uprooted our grapes
Trust no one!
Especially those who don't want to pay taxes
When I finally recover from pneumonia
And a few other things
I will be going back to both places
With more than hand typed paper work
Such as dear Suzanne keeps replacing
She seems to think I owe her an income
We are not related at all dear.
And Jimmy is dead to me
He never was my friend
But my enemy
But he has gone too long
Without a spanking
Even if he is put over
Bidens knees and given
A really good one
He won't give me back
What he has taken from me.
He has no intentions but to act
Like an ass his whole life
He thinks he is a handler now
Who is going to control the politicians
Don't shake hands with him at any time.
Just shoot to kill
He would do the same if he knew
You were not going to play with him.
A word of advice.
You have no sisters
Don't let the women approach
They have ill intentions
Just as the other guy got burned
Every time he was nice and now
Has nothing but bombs
And causalities to count
Terrorists are all I grew up with
And then they denied everything
Only to resurface and attack my father
Old hands at the Washington
Politics instead of being an insider
And observer who has tallied
And danced a little bit too much.
Watch out for that eggnog
It might have been spat in by Jimmy
And he has no spit.
Although on inspection
Did you notice where you and your wife will be seating?
Om the South lawn!
In December and at night!
Tell your wife to pack her fur
Or at least wear a full-length wool dress
There might not be snow on the ground yet
But it is frigid after the sun goes down
What an octogenarian is planning to do
I would like the Whitehouse to explain.
Maybe they will have little heat lamps
For each of you to warm your toes.
Well, have a nice time,
And when you get to New Orleans
Remember where you come from.
France was once the ruler of this whole country
All the way up the Mississippi
And to the California shores as well.
Be proud to be a Frenchman
In America and not an ugly German
If something big and blond
With blue eyes comes near
Run! It is best not to know.
Someday I will make it back to Paris,
I was born in route between
Paris France and Perris California
San Diego is my hometown
But Paris will always have my heart.
Play nice guys
He might be your last chance and only answer!
And who is serving him orange chiffon?
It is not the Seventies!
Rosewater or rose petal is the newest cake flavor classic!
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