There’s a fake tanned sleazy buffoon – calls himself the Donald
A terrifying orange fool of a clown, with less substance than Ronald;
Now I’m not a citizen, and I won’t ever be a US resident
Can’t fathom how he got voted in; thank God he’ll never be my President
Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo and NaPoWriMo.net suggests keeping it light and silly today, with a clerihew: this is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous persona whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light, or revealing something unknown and/or spurious about them. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes are often forced.
Not sure I kept it whimsical or light, but’s it’s all I’ve got today. See a great associated image by following this link.
‘Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heap’d on Caesar.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham’d!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age since the great flood
But it was fam’d with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk’d of Rome,
That her wide walks encompass’d but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O! You and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brutus once that would have brook’d
Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.’