Stateside

Hey, no red carpet For Donald The Trump? We strongly suspect that He thinks we’re a dump. A home for his nuclear waste What a god awful mess! Which he would like to Exchange for our NHS Shed loads of fake news Put The Donald in office, While the sane see only A narcissistic novice. His plan to arm teachers Was less than no good, Ten Texans died needlessly Shot in cold blood. He fell out with the world By declaring Trade War, A case for impeachment For making us poor. Clearly, he wants to spend More time with his hair, Then in his mirror He can lovingly stare. So no, Dearest Donald, We are sorry, Mr Trump, You may sulk like a child And suffer the hump. Jack Kerr Green Lane