'' Fake '' Poem by Bri Mar

In the latest edition,
On the front page,
An honest politician?
Not taking a wage.

May's in control,
Boris doesn't want power,
The Tories have a soul,
They don't make us cower.

Elvis is alive,
Still singing the blues,
Though they had to revive,
His blue suede shoes.

The aliens are here,
Could they be human,
Feel the fear,
They resemble a woman.

The Yeti is real,
One's finally been found,
Have a good feel,
It's a Baskerville hound.

The Lord has come back,
No, I'm not insane,
He is under attack,
He's shouting, ‘'AGAIN ''

Take Donald Trump,
He's thrilled to the max,
He ain't no grump,
He's paying full tax.

The White house president,
You mustn't pillory,
It's new resident?
Isn't known as Hillary.

The news though crucial,
The facts we forsake,
Don't hide under a bushel,
The majority of it's,

‘' Fake ‘'