Poems For Trump Number 50 Cousin Donald

Cousin Donald Comes to Town ... Elroy was all cock-a-hoop cos cousin Donald was a-comin' a visiting & they were so darn chuffed & tremblin' in anticipation that friday night the seven of them in the one bed had a real problem actually sleeping. Ma got out the best crockery & had it laid out on the flag hoisted down from the old post by the front door & Jebediah had just come back from huntin' with some real dandy lookin' coons. As Eula was busy a-skinnin' & all the clan was gatherin' in their finest quilted smocks & threadbare suits usually kept for best & courtin' on Saturday afternoons. Cousin Donald's limousine had a problem gettin' up the windy road so Sam & old Benjamin were carrying him along in a sort-of-home-made palanquin constructed from pine poles and a large crate that mama usually reserved for storing the winter jams & pickles, All the boys started a-hollerin' & a-whoopin' as Cousin Donald turned the corner & his loud Orange face broke into a broad slightly deranged grin for he knew that the moment would soon come when the shine would flow & they'd get down to some serious jigging & fiddlin' but of course he'd not be the fiddler on account of his tiny fingers & innate inability to be able to learn one damn thing at all. Cousin Donald restored in them that pure American ideal of being able to make it big in this world & they all told themselves that if Cousin Donald could do it they could too meaning a golden crapper & shiny brocaded curtains & silver toothbrushes & diamond watches & silk drawers & leopard skin pill box hats. Oh Cousin Donald inspired them just so oh yes he surely did & this day would be re-told over camp fires and cross-burnings for months no, years to come, ... the day Cousin Donald came a visiting. Oh so blessed, blessed day & thankyou Sweet Lord Jesus, thankyou.