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A Dog Named Donald
A pouting pooch whose boisterous barks
are uttered in superlatives
laying claim to unwarranted
due to an overbearing pride.
Strip him of his diamond studded
collar, not to mention his badly groomed coat
reveals a Manhattan cur:
a junkyard dog
who’d sooner attack innocence
than those bent on his destruction.
Fear not people! For his bark is worse
that his bite
The Donald thrives on attention.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn