I’ve suspected for some time that Donald Trump never expected, nor intended to become the Republican nominee for President. I’m not alone on this since I have read others who think similarly (but I don’t recall their references). After all (1) it’s a come-down in life style having to appear to live in the White House and (2) it’s way too much responsibility, being in charge of the world; I mean that’s downright scary!!!
My apologies to EA Poe for the rhyme and rhythm schemes.
Trumple’s Lament
This fate wasn’t meant to happen Music blaring, banners flapping All those thousands shouting, clapping ………Shouting, “Trumple, he’s our man!” Really not what I intended Nor have I much cash expended This fiasco should have ended …………Ended where it all began
They keep shouting, “He’s our man!”
I’m now leader of this party G O P, all hale and hearty I’m so guru, I’m so smarty ………….I’ll succeed because I can I’m so awfully good at winning Should have known it when beginning On myself the blame I’m pinning ………. ‘Twas me fooling, when I ran
They keep shouting. “He’s our man!”
Now I’m certain I’ll be prexy Life might be, well, kind of sexy But I’ll suffer apoplexy …………….Living where I’d lose my tan Hotels have I, mansions have I Billion-Dollar life style, have I From that dinky White House will I …………….. Leave when ere I can
They keep shouting. “He’s our man!”
5/16/16
