A Poem Inspired by President Donald J. Trump and COVID
It all commenced with the Trumpster’s Kung Flu
Many so hoping out of the White House he flew
But such a jolly fun-loving man he was possessing a memorable sense of humour
(or was it ethnic hatred?)
And I was with him playing golf the other day honestly maintaining my scorecard with true shots
Pardon me he was manipulating his card lots!
We holed out on the 18th and went to the 19th for a cold drink
Him chattering how the Democrats stink
And he showed me a list for naming mutated viruses
For the United Kingdom the “Brit Bug”
For Canada the “Canuck Muck”
For India the “Curry Cold”
For Vietnam the “Saigon Slammer”
For Australia the “Melbourne Hammer”
For Singapore the “Pulmonary Wallbanger”
I replied “Keep this hatred nonsense at bay or you’ll end up in the slammer”
What a man of nasty manner
Then I decided give the man some of what he dished out and called the latest virus the “Kansas Killer”
Well he became so angry and red in a temper tantrum he dropped dead
Was it something I said?
Or perhaps it was all the Kentucky Fried Chicken he downed on Air Force One
That made him completely done?
Robert K. Stephen
