HI… I originally wrote this ditty for a WordPress class last year. It is re-blogged here because I think it is still very pertinent to current events. With apologies to my readers that have read this bit before.
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
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, 2016
Let’s hope he gets dumped.
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what scares me the most is his following…not a reasonable thinker in the lot. I have some Trump poems here and there, search his name. Thanks!
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Lovely! Very prescient! He’ll need that Trumpet….. 😉
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Indeed…I hope it isn’t too tacky pulling out my old posts to re-blog! 🙂
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Not tacky at all. Hardly any of us really succeed in reading everything from the posts we follow. And to be honest, sometimes I go so fast or so late at night a second time around is valued.
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I try to keep my stuff short for that very reason… little poems are usually well received.
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