A Poem for the Inauguration of Donald Trump

Our friend Mrs Melissa Sparrow has kindly sent in a poem for this auspicious occasion.

'Twas in the year two thousand and sixteen

When an election happened nobody thought would be seen

For the world thought Donald Trump would be a failure 

For boasting about grabbing women's genitalia

A thing done by no previous president

Except in the Oval Office, with mutual consent.

A man of endless sentences unordered

He promised to ensure his nation was bordered

With a majestic wall from sea to sea

Such as was mightier e'en than that structure fabled in poetry

(I refer of course to the dooméd bridge of Tay

Of which the great McGonagall had so much to say).

And so in January two thousand and seventeen

Obama with his family quit the scene

Knowing his life would be filled with many lucrative lecture tours

And lending his name and Michelle's to many a good cause

For who can doubt that his future will be full of good deeds for people poor and needy

And will not plunge into a life that's seedy.

Then Trump strode forwards to dominate the stage

The orangest president of this or any age.

The leftist artists and Charlotte Church would not share the day

For this most unlikely leader of the US of A.

Instead they hunkered down with Guardian leaders earnest

And wondered when Americans ever learnest.

And so my friends, I must conclude my lay.
Perhaps most appropriately, in my regular way.

Death death death

Death death death

Death death death

Death death death.