Two POTUS poems: Face-off in the Nursery Ward; One for the Groper

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Face-off in the Nursery Ward!

Two big babies howling in their facing cribs,

little, tiny hands balled into fists

— a pair of pygmy pugilists! —

the whole ward waiting for nurse

to change the scrappy babies’

soiled nappies.

 

One for the Groper

Behold a geezer named Donald —

a groper, not a Gipper, like Ronald.

A lecherous phony,

he extrudes yards of baloney,

and when he ad-libs sounds addled.


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