A New King To Rule Them All

I came to conquer, and I conquered all,

Took the crown I’d wanted all along,

Put it on and danced into town,

My extensive family all around me.
*
I looked in the mirror and found a dunce’s cap

Sitting where my bejewelled crown should sit,

And asked myself “What’s goin’ on?”

My wife told me it was a perfect fit.

*
Outraged I called her a dog and ran,

Out into the street, where I met Hillary,

She asked “How do, Donald?” and I swore at her,

And kept running for the nearest bar.

*

The locals were not impressed.

The cap was a perfect fit,

But evidently not the kind expected, not iconic,

Instead of jewels this conical paper thing.

*

I asked myself what this could all mean,

And simply came up with the conclusion

That my nation had conned me,

And crowned me for my stupidity

*

A dead albatross around my neck.

**

JRTF

10/11/2016