This rhyme was originally published on Sometimes in October 2015, and I decided to re-post it again now with a new title. The original title was: Who You Calling Imperfect?
That post was written in response to an assignment in the Writing 101-Poetry class, which is alo repeating at this time.
[Writing 201, Poetry. DAY 4: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment–which is a technique they must have taught when I was skipping English class in high school.]
Who you calling imperfect?
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
but he knew what he was doing and had all the cards he needed to
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
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