The Baboon Savant Poem by Francie Lynch
The Baboon Savant
The baboon savant
Will rear and taunt
From high on his hair-swept hill;
He snatches bananas from the unsuspecting,
His reach has no appeal.
He relishes the sound
Of his own voice,
Screeching into the wind;
He sticks his fingers in his ears,
And when he plops down
His ruby-red arse,
His thumb's nestled up his rear.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: america,metaphor,political,political humor,politics,trump
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