Donald Trump is now a bureaucrat.
His great plans, though, are nothing but scat.
It might just be too late
For this land to be great,
But at least all of us can be fat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Re your Poet's Notes: i have a few sharp carving knives. care to borrow them? ? no doubt you meant: to stay great! right? Right? RIGHT! ! ! ? we have ways to MAKE you change it! ! ! ! Heil Donald! just joking. i hope to still get an invite to the White House and a chance to dance with Melania. ha ha. bri :) p.s. any poem(s) for Feb. or March showcase(s) ? ?