Highway 2017 visited – a poem

Highway 2017 visited

 

Donald Trump was feeling sore

Trying to start the next world war

Kim Jung Un was at the door

And Vladimir clearly knew the score

Yes – it can be easily done

A few dozen missiles in the sun

And the whole shemozzle’s just begun

 

The orange wonder sat back down

In the middle of town safe underground

Preening in his dressing gown

Like an overgrown ape in the guise of a clown

He paused to think a minute or two

On how to profit from this nuclear do

When the fireworks were all through

 

Fake news he was putting out

To the followers he had here and about

Combing his hair like a pool-hall lout

Exploding with a shrill scream and a shout

So wild that he didn’t care

Just as long as he got his share

Pouting that it wasn’t fair

 

He was draining the swamp with a nuclear blast

Grinning at the people aghast

With a presidency that couldn’t last

He had everybody nailed to the mast

He had the last word on this one

The only one with a hydrogen gun

Pulling the trigger and having fun

 

Opher 8.7.2017

3 thoughts on “Highway 2017 visited – a poem

    • Just a bit of doggerel really John – but that guy scares me. He is a loose cannon who fires from the hip. Anything can happen. And he does not seem to understand the implications or outcomes of his actions. He comes over as a sulky spoilt brat to me.

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