New poem: "I Yam What I Yam"

 

“I Yam What I Yam”

 

What you see is what you get,

that’s the active ferment of the former

president of the United States, and like

or hate him, he`s not going to change.

Like Popeye, yesteryear’s cartoon hero,

who said, “I yam what I yam, and that’s

all I am. I’m Popeye the sailor man,”

the Donald is going to cross the Great

Divide by natural causes or by another

assassination attempt—surprise! Which

happened again Sunday, September 15,

2024 when another deluded fool afflicted

with Trump Derangement Syndrome

failed to shoot the former president while

he was playing golf at his West Palm

Beach, Florida, Club.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, September 17, 2024