Thursday, November 10, 2016

POST-ELECTION POETRY

There once was a man named Trump
Who was not quite dumb as a stump
With some direction
He won the election
Four years he'll be pain in our rump.

Hillary tried to campaign
Until she collapsed with some pain
Vagina no reason
To hand her the season
Sorry - no White House again.

Johnson gave all that he got
But others just couldn't be caught
He had to suspend
His race in the end
Because everything still went to pot.

For quite a while numbers were floated
Across a map that was red-coated
The red and the blue
For me and for you
Some of us cried and some gloated.

I hope you enjoyed this bad poem
I wrote it while sitting at home
I don't care who won
Just glad that it's done
Now, everyone, LEAVE ME ALONE.