Trumpiad Iii - Foreign Affairs

IV Foreign affairs « Putin, I’m rootin to stop the shootin. » « So am I ; about time you started too. » « Started too! Me, I’m faster than you. » « Not start too, you fool, but Start One, Start Two. » « Start one, start two ? What the heck’s up with you ? » « You dumped, Mr Trump. Came in on cue : Haven’t a clue what it is you’re up to. » « That’s it, Mr Putin ; I m sure thru with you ! » « Rohani who ? President where ? Iran ! Thought it was neighbouring Fireawaystan ! So, it’s the place where Obama mucked up ; Those canny Iranians, they sold him a pup ! Done what ? Fired off a missile ? Ballistic too ! Cancel treaty ? Gotta golf round to do ! Tell ‘em all options still on the table : Bet that’ll make ‘em more m-n-able.  « Hollande, of France, said to stay off his beat. Turned up the heat and got a bit shirty When I said Paris dead-beat and dirty, With rats in the parks. He said my remarks Not polite about the city of light, Scorned and insulted, tourists in flight. Relations with France hit by a hammer My talking in such a rude manner.  « You can tell that France is a load of old crap, Don’t have a clue about what they are at : French billionaires you can count on one hand ; More in my cabinet than a sizeable band. Just like the French to dilly and dally, Moving just now to Silicon Valley When the home grown talent’s moving away ! Well good luck to them is all I can say. » « French bouche a Unesco World Heritage ? Wish it was worth such a peripertetidge. French lit ? O no, it’s one helluva bore, Prix this and prix that and the Prix Goncourt, But like old tale of the Goncourt brother, Spoke at his club to a right old fossil, Talked about this, that and the other : « Should you wear medals when at the brothel !  « France like the rest of the world is a Mess, a mess, to be honest, it’s a mess ; We’re going to take care of it, folks, yes, At home, abroad, it’s one terrible mess. On one point, just as well there accord is : Me, the people, the great Donald Trump, The task I face, Herculean it’s true is, But this great task in my stride I’ll confront.  «Bully and bash, with insult’s all I’ll flay, Same way Trump Towers got built in a day. Soon have the whole world bashed into fashion, All at my feet, overcome by my passion ; The world in my own image constructed Never again to be deconstructed, Stable and peaceful where ever you look, And to think – Me, D. Trump, that’s all it took. »