Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Had a shiny new long-haul truck
But supply chains were snapping,
Poor Winny was caught napping
Now her business is plumb out of luck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Sought a surgeon for some nip and tuck.
He molded and plumped her,
Then he cut town and dumped her,
Left her lips looking just like a duck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Was known to have fun for a buck.
The tales of her ventures
When removing her dentures
Made a line all the way ‘round the block.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Was just a bit down on her luck
She hasn’t been with a man
Since the decade began,
And boy, is she ready to…
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Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Couldn’t believe her financial good luck.
Had evidence against Hill
She mailed the Clintons a bill
Rest her soul, she didn’t get a buck.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Wouldn’t pay cleaners even a buck
Said with some Fantastik or 409
or even Simple Green would be fine
I’ll rid this bathroom of muck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck . . . “
Was known for her spunk and her pluck,
She contacted Hunter Biden one time,
Ordered cocaine, a three foot line,
Then shared with the media, her luck.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Hucket
Went to court before kicking the bucket.
To Huck changed her name
To avoid all the fame
Of her lover in the town of Nantucket.
“Mrs Winifred” Mason Huck
Got powdered and gave it a tuck
Teeter-tottering all over town
With heels worn down to the round
Was called both a ‘ho and a cuck
Keep It Clean — I’m Cautioning You
Only a caution? well then….
Nothin’ wrong with a little mirror primping before enjoying that communion wafer.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck and Jack went up the hill, each with a buck and a quarter.
Mrs. Huck came down with $2.50.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Was feeling down on her luck.
Her nephew was chidin’
her vote for Biden
Who everyone knew was a schmuck.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Had plenty of courage and pluck
She won great regard
As a school crossing guard
Because her face could stop a truck
Wow, first Burt with 2 and now even the damncat gets one. These are definitely getting devalued like the Biden dollar.
Burt has been listed.
With a face like that, don’t ever call her Whinny.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Had a shiny new long-haul truck
But supply chains were snapping,
Poor Winny was caught napping
Now her business is plumb out of luck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Sought a surgeon for some nip and tuck.
He molded and plumped her,
Then he cut town and dumped her,
Left her lips looking just like a duck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Fell on her face in some muck.
She straightened her clothes
And powdered her nose
Saying “Now I’m ready to…..whatever.”
Wow, 2 in 1 thread.
It’s Bacon Time!..not Hammer Time.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Was known to have fun for a buck.
The tales of her ventures
When removing her dentures
Made a line all the way ‘round the block.
But Officer, the “keep it clean” rule was an enormous challenge, perhaps bordering on entrapment.
… so, she really was powdering her nose?
What’s all this?
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Is a Dem-voting, foolish Canuck.
She votes for Trudeau
Who’s as stupid as Joe.
Like the Squad, has “cerebral dump truck.”
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Was just a bit down on her luck
She hasn’t been with a man
Since the decade began,
And boy, is she ready to…
The remainder of this poem, in keeping with IMAO comment guidelines, and to avoid censorship, (not that IMAO would ever even consider censoring yours truly,) will be left up to the reader’s imagination.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Couldn’t believe her financial good luck.
Had evidence against Hill
She mailed the Clintons a bill
Rest her soul, she didn’t get a buck.
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck
Wouldn’t pay cleaners even a buck
Said with some Fantastik or 409
or even Simple Green would be fine
I’ll rid this bathroom of muck
Mrs. Winifred Mason Huck . . . “
Was known for her spunk and her pluck,
She contacted Hunter Biden one time,
Ordered cocaine, a three foot line,
Then shared with the media, her luck.
Mrs Winifred Mason Huck
Was trying to make a buck
She fell to her knees
Crying, “Please, Mister, please,
I’ve fallen on really bad luck.”
Mrs. Winifred Mason Hucket
Went to court before kicking the bucket.
To Huck changed her name
To avoid all the fame
Of her lover in the town of Nantucket.
“Mrs Winifred” Mason Huck
Got powdered and gave it a tuck
Teeter-tottering all over town
With heels worn down to the round
Was called both a ‘ho and a cuck