POTUS FORTY FIVE

>>> Four Years to make this Nation Great, Again; POTUS Trump; <> Hooo-Raaah!! Can be done, with We the People Helping. <<<

This poem keeps cropping up, so I've decided to reverbalize, slightly, and offer it on my blog-wall, here and at FB. If anyone knows the author, please let me know, so I can correct any problem that might ensue.

POTUS FORTY FIVE
Author Unknown (amended by Arley Steinhour 021017)

The night before Inauguration, twas up in the tower,
That Donald reflected, on his newfound Power.
Conservative masses had come out, in full-force,
And delivered a victory that'd chart a new course.

'Snowflakes,' shell-shocked, had tears in Eyes,
The media had lied to them; What a surprise.
They had been promised, a 'Hillary Win,'
But, the criminal Clinton, took 'One on the Chin.'

As though from dark corners, celebrities flew,
They made no impression, for they hadn't a clue.
They talked about climate, racism, and such,
And they made up good stories . . . But didn't show much.

Fake news, and ignorance, came at high cost,
They couldn't understand, the reasons they lost;
They blame it on Comey, on Bernie, and Vlad,
But fail to acknowledge, the one that was Bad.

Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways is flawed,
Her own biggest hurdle toward getting God's nod.
The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed,
And her speeches were punch-less as 'ten dollar weed.'

Yet, out in the streets, there arose such a clatter,
Twas Soros-paid Protestors, and 'Black Lives Matter.'
With cities to pillage and windows to smash,
They knew-not the issues, but wanted the cash.

Eight years of Obama had given them cause,
To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus.
Because, soon the protestors will feel the pain,
When the wheels fall off, of their 'old gravy train.'

Now all the 'snowflakes' are riddled with fear,
Upset and offended by things that they hear.
The cocoa and crayons will help for a while,
But, fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.

I originally supported, and voted, for Candidate Cruz,
In the end, voted for who Conservative's would Choose.
He wasn't my first choice, but soon I would cede,
The one they call Trump is the one that we need.

I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,
He spoke about veterans; that made me feel proud,
He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs,
Taking this country back, from the Washington snobs.

He was dressed in 'Armani,' all tailored and neat,
And 'Brunos,' he wore, made the outfit complete.
For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit,
And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best,
And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest.
His love for this country was on full display,
And actions spoke louder than his words could say.

He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone,
Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on.
The fate of this country left nothing to chance,
So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind,
Let's set the bar high, and not lead from behind.
He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,
With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;

"Now, Mattis, now Kelly! now Sessions, And Pruitt;
On, Perry, On Flynn; You're the ones who can do it,
Start lifting restrictions, and building the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away, All!!!"

The roar of his audience, rose from the stands,
He kissed all the babies, and shook Adult's hands;
He answered their questions, and calmed many fears,
They knew it would be, 'A Fantastic Four Years.'

He then, leapt to his limo, and drove to his Jet,
A fellow that 'All Peoples' will not soon forget.
He sent one more tweet as the evening expired;
"Great Inauguration; OBAMA, YOU'RE FIRED!"

... bleep ...

AMEN