Lame Duck’s Last Quack
POETRY FORMAT, 9 Jan 2017
Mr. O, failing miserably to fly,
Wants to give it one more try.
“Mr. Putin, Mr. Trump, “En garde!”
He says, and pulls it out, the old canard.
He has no evidence but won’t admit it,
So just says, “The Russians did it.”
“Let it not be said I did not quack
About this treacherous Russian hack.”
“17 separate agencies have said it’s true.
So out, damned spots, all thirty-five of you!”
P prefers chess to feather-rattling,
So keeps his cool amidst the cackling.
“We’ll see whose belfry has the bats,”
He says. “We’ll keep your diplomats.”
Meanwhile all await the new bird,
Wondering if he’ll keep his word.
Will he find the liars, chomp
Their heads off, drain the swamp?
Far better that than bombs and guns.
Let’s just hope he finds the right ones.
Michael David Morrissey: Born in Wash. D.C., now at home in Germany. Ph.D. in linguistics, retired after teaching English at a German university for many years. Author of Looking for the Enemy and The Transcendent Conspiracy. Homepage is here.
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