Quatrains or couplets are my chosen word lines,
Bring insight and perspective through a number of rhymes.
Except today I tread on a most sacred of shrines,
When I commented on Frank, writer at the Times.
A candidate can swing legions with one racist quote,
Misogynistic allusions won’t capsize his boat.
But lean on Clinton’s clumsy path to the vote,
And it ends with “sorry pal”, that’s all we wrote.
As the press narrows the field of who'll run the Nation,
And Clintons’ missteps ignite Dems consternation.
We see the unthinkable...Donald's inauguration,
Except his script mandates… It’ll be MY Coronation!
As Trump’s antics make redneck States redder,
Sarah says the Republican Establishment couldn’t be deader.
And I don’t expect Hillary’s crew to fare any better
As Willy stumps around with his bright scarlet letter.
Could the White House even inhabit a Trump?
He thinks it’s a bit small, and a bit of a dump.
Ted go back to Canada, don't be a chump,
Wave bye-bye and give Don’s polls a big bump.
So whether you're Hope searching for a glimmer,
Or strongly rooting for Don 'cause he's a winner.
Avoid quoting the facts, reality is for the sinner,
And he'll look good on the podium, his wife is thinner.
What we need is a leader to do what is right,
For the times, and the people, hold up a light.
Conquer the challenges with brains, passion, and might,
Be done with stirring the pot to drum up a fight.
Copyright © Mike Kostashuk