Not a Clerihew

I went to university to study mathematics The performance of my teachers was boring not ecstatic So then I went to London to earn a little money While living with my husband who as usual smelled of honey Then we went to Portland Bill to study rocks and seaside forms I took to writing poetry because I love the sound of rhymes I would have preferred lyrics of the Leonard Cohen Anthem type But when he died I grieved and wept, too late for us to meet on Skype What a sad old life it is when Donald Trump builds up more walls So sound the trumpet and ram’s horn, like Jericho the walls will fall. Oh,Lord.