The Trump Trio

What do you do when you have too much time on your hands? Well, one answer is to write poetry. And, what better subject is there than Donald Trump? Here I have a sonnet and two limericks I have written. The sonnet is "Ode to Trump" and the limericks are, "Trump the Skunk" and "The Tragedy of Trump".

A sonnet by Ian McKenzie

Ode to Trump

Oh orange trump, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you rant and lie,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Changing facts to fake news as part of your guise.

Let me compare you to a demented nit wit?
You are more racist, arrogant and greedy.
Pussy grabbing trump is a much bigger twit,
Without a care in the world for the needy.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
Oh, but to count that much would not be fair.
Thinking of your outrageous lies fills my days.
And leaves me with feelings of utter despair.

Now I must away with a heavy heart,
Mourning needless lives lost just for a start.

Trump the Skunk

There once was a man who liked lying.
As, people around him were dying.
He said, “I’m not to blame”.
“I’m here just for fame”.
And we all will remember his name.

The Tragedy of Trump

Deserving a hard kick in the rump.
Is this tragedy called Trump.
With more Covid deaths globally
Often unable to mourn florally
More should be expected morally.