Five Months Off
That Harold Camping’s a son of a gun.
With his Rapture talk he’s having some fun.
Was he wrong? He won’t say,
About the twenty-first of May,
But now he says it’s October twenty-one!
Poetic Justice
It’s the Pope’s funeral, so Trump’s gotta go.
It wouldn’t be like him to miss such a show.
But when he arrives he might squall,
Because of arcane Vatican protocol
Trump might find himself seated in the back row.
