Maiden's In White - As Spoken By Trump After His State of the Union Adress
All I see is white
And pouts and scowls,
My night they blight
Among their sing and howls.
Those very Vixens
With hearts of stone,
Their plot now thickens,
Their knives sharpened to cut bone.
They’re out to get me
That much I know,
Shouting with glee
For that one unseemly blow.
I feel it coming
But not quite when,
That thought so numbing,
It unbalances my Zen.
What’s with these women
Are they so pure
No dirty linen
Far from demure?
But I’m a fighter,
They’ve met their match
Their blows far lighter
They merely scratch.
I lie in waiting
For each and all
No point debating
The coming squall.
So bring it on
Maidens in white
And watch me spawn
Mayhem and blight.
Copyright © Dr. Robert Ippaso | Year Posted 2019
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