My first poem of the year
And so I think that it’s essential
To offer an opinion
On a matter, consequential
Opining on the question,
“Is the POTUS presidential?”
A most familiar name has jumped into
This boiling pot
Of worthy politicians
Who all say, “Well, maybe not.”
I voted for Mitt Romney
I’m proud to let you know it
I fantasized if he had won
I’d be the nation’s poet
I couldn’t wait until the date
To see debate begin
I knew, with grace and principal
That Mitt was gonna win
But when he wrote off half the voters
Baby, how I grieved it
Not because he said it
Because the man believed it
And when they tallied ballots
The gentleman had lost
I never got to match my verse
With that of Robert Frost
Some say the current President
Says things that make us wince
But Trump believes there’s no one
The Donald can’t convince
And though Mitt spoke unkindly
Of the POTUS when he ran
Trump gave him his endorsement
As only Donald can
Now it seems the Senator’s
Assumed a new position
As leader, in the party
Of the loyal opposition
I don’t know much of anything
But I can tell you brother
Some day in the future
They’re going to need each other
From this renewed arrangement
What lesson can we take?
These times confirm that politics
Doth strange bedfellows make u
