The President

The President roared, The President roared:

‘I have so much power, yet I am bored.’

 

The President thought, The President thought:

‘What can I do for today’s bit of sport?’

 

The President said, The President said:

‘Bring me that man and I’ll chop off his head.’

 

The President cried, The President cried:

‘Now I shed tears for the man who just died.’

 

The President lied.

🌷(7)

◄ Shostakovich's Tenth

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 20th Mar 2022 17:01

That's very kind of you, Holden. And thanks to New Shoes, Russell, Stephen, Rudyard and Meet Kothari for liking this poem.

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 20th Mar 2022 01:40

An excellent poem, Stephen! 🌷

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 19th Mar 2022 16:53

Thank you very much, John.

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John Botterill

Sat 19th Mar 2022 14:01

I can't think who you mean, Stephen. 😏 Neat, clever, hits the mark! 😎

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