And the Crowd BooedA Poem by Bob BThe crowd saw him, the president, With his sycophants clapping their hands; Their images filled the stadium screen High above the spectator stands.
Suddenly, one could hear, Amidst the cheers and jeers of the crowd, Familiar words: "Lock him up!" One would think that Trump would be proud.
How he loves to hear those words At all of his political rallies! Plus, When he wants to encourage his fans To blast his opponents, they do it thus.
Wait! Ah, but now it's different. Someone who always behaves by whim Can now experience how it feels To have the words directed at HIM.
Considering all the damage he's caused, Let's give credit where it's due: Whether it's right, the man deserves Every heckle, every boo.
Impeachment looms, but his removal From office is not so likely, they say. Still, Congress has the duty To go through the process anyway.
In the meantime, while he watches His reputation go up in flames, Maybe the man seriously Ought to avoid attending games.
-by Bob B (10-30-19) © 2019 Bob B |
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Added on October 30, 2019 Last Updated on October 30, 2019 |

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