I have just written a sonnet for TFG!
A shambling hulk with urine-colored hair
And lumpy, greasy face all orange and saggy
Slithered down his golden moving stair,
Once stood before the world in clothing baggy.
Imaginary concertina playing
As tiny baby hands move through the air.
Nasal bleating, whining, sneering, neighing
Tells us how the Deep State isn’t fair.
“What?” he says, “The D.A. is indictin’?
Since I did nothing wrong, how can that be?
It’s Hillary, or maybe Hunter Biden!
Not a thing could be the fault of me.”
But toadlike there he squats, with face of poker
Since nothing rhymes with orange, we’ll call it ocher.
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And kudos for writing this yourself. I'm running across so much AI-generated stuff on Twitter and Reddit these days (and sometimes, but fortunately rarely, on DU) that it's great to see people writing poetry on their own.
