On the Putting GreenA Poem by Bob BA hurricane approaches-- One of the biggest we've seen-- And where's the president? On the putting green.
Millions are preparing For the storm to hit, Still not knowing What to make of it,
While the president Spends his Labor Day Hitting some balls around, Which, needless to say,
Is his typical manner Of showing his great concern. (Just to hear him speak Makes one's stomach turn.
Here's a man who said On the campaign trail He wouldn't have time to golf. Talk about a tale!)
Think back two years To Hurricane Maria. Trump thought he had The perfect panacea:
Once in Puerto Rico, Facing a weary crowd, He tossed them paper towels. Ah, he felt so proud!
His mindless hypocrisy Is a tour de force. I guess each faux pas Is par for the course.
-by Bob B (9-2-19) © 2019 Bob B |
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