Donald Trump riding elephant

An elephant was on
the trail,

One bright and sunny
day.

The creature Donald
did him hail –

He had some things to
say.

“Well, say your
piece,” said he to Don,”

Not altering his
pace.

“I’ll talk while I
continue on.

“I’m in a kind-of
race.”

So, thus, Don began
to exhort,

To make his wishes
known;

And, in so doing, to
cavort –

Which made the other
groan.

“Please, let me ride
upon your back;

“Your race could be
mine, too.

“I once tried the old
donkey pack;

“It turned my ass
quite blue!”

“Against the Ass I do
compete,”

Said he, his trunk
a-flare.

“There’s something my
eyes do not meet,

“Of which I’m
unaware.”

“I mean no harm,
Leviathan;

“Our efforts we could
join.

“I must prove I’m all
I am,

“But, not strain my
own groin.”

“Ensconced upon you,
I could see

“Far down this
winding road;

“And with my
high-help you could be

“A winner, ‘spite the
load.”

“Well, let me think,
now, just a bit;

“Let’s review all the
facts.

“On donkeys’ backs,
you’ve taken hits;

“But, not on big-foot
tracks.

“You’re sure that
with your special help

“That donkey will I beat –

“If not, you’ll wind
up, sodden whelp,

“Beneath my five-toed
feet!”

“For sure,” said Don,
encouraged now

To mount the
thick-skinned beast.

And, with a deep and
court’ous bow,

Before the small-talk
ceased,

He clambered up the
trunk with skill;

Used ladder made of
tusk.

The odor was enough
to kill –

That elephantine
musk!

Up there, to this
nouveau mahout,

The road was much
more clear.

The future he could
now make out,

Behind the leather
ear.

Alas, the great beast
did not know,

With Don he’d sealed
his fate.

His whole existence
now would blow,

From something that
he ate.

“Those berries that
you liked so well,

“Said Don, upon his
perch.

“The ones you ate
down by the well,

“Placed I, there, in
my search.”

“You’ll find some are
but I.U.D.s,

“For which I have the
switch.”

“From now on, you
will walk with ease,

“Avoiding every
ditch.”

“The race, of course,
now, you will win,

“Just as you had
supposed,

“But, it will be
mine, with my kin.

“You’re foolish to
have dozed!”

“You’re smart, with a long life, as well.

“Your mem’ry’s of the
best.

“You erred in
list’ning for the bell.

“I punch below the
vest!”

“So, turn left, here,
my Dumbo friend;

“I know it’s not your
style.

“We’ll follow this
path to the end;

“Then, we’ll go right
awhile.”

“I know this course
confuses you;

“Tradition is a
bitch!

“And being told just
what to do –

“That’s part of this
new hitch.”

“In future, shun one
who harries,

“And, if you value
pride,

“Never, ever eat
strange berries –

“And, don’t give
assholes a ride!”

Curtis W. Long

Curtis W. Long

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