Sparrows are seen less,
Here is a sparrow I saw,
Clinging to the wall.

I am having fun,
With the google tech support
Could do with a rest.
As complex as simple is.
Sparrows are seen less,
Here is a sparrow I saw,
Clinging to the wall.

I am having fun,
With the google tech support
Could do with a rest.
The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.
I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.
Bump looks at his wall,
Or is it a fence he’s got?
A replacement fence!

May breaks promises,
Begs for Euro elections,
And a short delay.
Brexit vote looms large,
Has she done enough last night?
Such a stupid mess.
Now its eight point six,
Yes, billions for Bump’s wall,
It’s such bad planning.
Enough with the lies,
The deceit and alibis,
The dragon’s disguise!
An emergency,
Grips the States as Bum Hole speaks
Building walls he says,
5 Billion bucks
Undefined budget it is.
For some kind of wall.
A beautiful wall,
So tall, plain, boring big wall,
Blighting the landscape.

‘Gal Cosy’ keeps house,
Tells Bumhole,”Get off your fence!”
Then Bump calls her names.
The wall or fence joke,
What is it? Secuirty?
Or Bump’s Alamo?
Thirty-five days out,
Bump gives in without his wall,
And vows to return.

Stone is arrested,
Bump still denies involvement,
What a carry-on!
Fed workers loose out,
Shut down for months or a year.
Bump’s an idiot.
Mexican standoff,
With childlike firm positions.
Got nasty quickly.

Love without loving,
Is like a tree without fruit.
Know, there’s always more!
Qatar’s drink sin tax,
One hundred percent on drinks.
So what does that say?
The Premier League,
It’s coming to life these days.
More upsets needed.
Topics to avoid,
Politics or religion.
Dip your toe at times.
Bum Hole Bump’s confused,
Is it a wall or a fence?
Is it very big?

It is Christmas Eve,
It has come so soon, I think,
Feels like the year’s gone.
The sun is shining,
It’s a bright sunny morning,
A good way to start.
I got a surprise,
As Bum Hole Bump texted me,
He just said, “Fake News”
That’s what he calls me,
“What’s that about then?” I ask.
It is just some fun.
“Can I design it?”
He likes the sketch in my blog.
I’m doing sketches