This is one of my personal favorite assignments from writing class last year…in response to rules that the work be a limerick and contain certain other attributes of writing poetry. I had great fun writing it—and I think it is very pertinent at this particular time, less than a week away from the Election for President of the United States. I have reposted this before, and I have changed the original title previously as well.
THE DONALD’S MARCH TO INFAMY
There once was a boy named Donald
Who wanted to be rich, and grow up to be President
ha ha! said the people as he started to
stump
but he knew what he was doing and had all the cards he needed to
trump,
and win the game
opponents screamed like angry cat matrons
and picked on his hair and his noisy patrons
but Donald just said they should “lump it!”
You haven’t a chance, you’re not one of us, they wailed
“is that so?” said Donald as he placed a standing order for tea and crumpets
to serve to his fans to keep them from starving on the campaign trail
His crowd of the faithful grew and grew
’til they filled the land
so they bought him a very big trumpet.
© Sometimes, 2015
Very funny!!
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thanks, funny is what I was going for
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He may well be sounding the ‘Last Trumpet’….;)
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we can only hope 🙂
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Gradmama2011, I’ve been wanting to see a sample of limerick with enjambment. Perfect, you nailed it. I had to give up.
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ahh never give up I just write stuff and hope itss not too dumb 🙂
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What a surprise to find a trumpet at the end! Most amusing.
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rhymes with crumpet… 🙂
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Very clever 😆
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thanks I was hoping it came out as intended
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Reblogged this on SOMETIMES.
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Nice work. Your blog is obviously worth following – even from the UK. Thanks for the follow on my own blog.
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Thanks! welcome aboard…my muse sort of comes and goes, right now resting. 🙂
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