The Donald Diaries

The Trump-ettes Call

The Trump-ette’s Call


“Tis true calamity,” they groan
as the Jester assumes the throne.
He utters words, most as a quip,
this captain of a sinking ship.

In God We Trust is now passé
for only I can save the day.
God is now my admirer …
according to the Enquirer.

I’ll make you safe; I’ll build a wall
of solid concrete ten feet tall.
My plan is needed – not a sin.
It keeps THEM out (and keeps you in.)

No need to share a single “how”
just take my word as you kowtow.
ISIS? Gone! Allies? We’ll dump!
So says the oracle called Trump.

The media will now spread lies
as women dab at bleeding … eyes.
Just watch; I’ll show you what strange is:
I never lie – the truth changes.

Now “Little Marco,” “Lyin’ Ted,”
all want to crawl into my bed
A moral few still mutter rants …
but they are just Republi-can’ts.

It’s time now to stress unity –
which means you all agree with me.
I’ll bluster, posture – hear me roar
‘til aMErica is great once more.

The Hudibrastic couplet is a unit of two humorous or mocking lines ending with rhyme that contributes to the humor. Hudibrastic verse is a series of Hudibrastic couplets that are clever, often impious, witty with a satirical tone.