(with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
Once upon a morning early, while I tweeted, smug and surly,
Over many a terse, ridiculous thread certain to bore,
While I CAPS-LOCKED, mouth akimbo
Suddenly, amid my limbo
Of a spat with an on-line bimbo, a weary conversational chore
There appeared a meme, a sign insistent,
Daring me to sign ‘Deplore’ –
‘Tis some silly meme’ I muttered,
‘Only this and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I recall, it was not the antipodean fall
That threw its shadows on my wall and
blew away my online post,
Rather, it was a tweet
That garnered San Francisco’s heat
And exposed me as easy meat
For their troll-warriors to ghost.
So I clicked upon the link
And before I could even blink,
In there stepped the President
Of the United States –
He did not speak, he did not snore
But sat upon my study floor
And no sound came from his craw –
He perched, and sat, and nothing more.
This venerable loon beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the blank, empty decorum of the countenance he wore,
‘Though thy hair be dead and fake’ I said
‘You can’t be on the make –
‘Ghastly, dumb and ancient rake
from liberal Baltimore –
‘Tell me the words of independence
That the Founding Fathers all declare and sing’:
Quoth the Pres., ‘You know – the Thing.’
While your email address is required to post a comment, it will NOT be published.
0 Comments