Kliban by B. Kliban for April 13, 2020

Like the poet who traded his work for a sea bird, he took a tern for the verse.

Is that Mr. Wiener?

He was always such a brat.

He’ll be holed up in a bun-k no doubt!

O boy! Another cured sausage joke.

So, am I the only one to notice this is not an effective way to restrain a cylinder?

And so … the thick-skinned Hot Dog turned into a whining Weiner.

Placing a wiener into the penal system. Seems appropriate.

Back in the day, one might dream of being an Oscar Meyer Weener, cause then everyone would love you. This one looks to be in hot water; maybe it will straighten him out.

Mustard up the courage to turn itself in..

The other inmates will be waiting for him with mustard and sauerkraut.

Is this the wurst President in US history being lead to his perdition ?Too many enablers ;(

“Lemme see, lemme see. I know! I’ll grab his gun… aw-w-w shit.”