Hair Trump And The Tweets Poem by Ima Ryma

When mad, some folks tear out their hair.
So far my boss has not done that.
I'm able to keep in place there,
Atop the Prez' head where I'm at.
It does not take much to set off
The boss into a miffed tirade.
But I seem to maintain my coif,
As mental case below be made.
His face does turn to fiery red,
And then his fingers come across
In characters his message said,
And all a Twitter be the boss.

So when the boss decides to tweet,
I just hope this Hair Trump holds neat!