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Saturday, September 14, 2019

When Trump No Longer Towers

Trump glowers. Trump glowers
for hours ‘n’ hours...'n' hours
as fasces foul Trump scours.
(This lad ain’t Adenauer’s.)

Trump then 'n' now (and how!) errs
in framing Potus powers
with shouts: “Trump never cowers.”
But, fin’lly, Trump’s Tao sours.

We People cry, “Enowers!*
That Hun’s no son of ours!”
Trump quits…then hits the showers.
The GOP's sent flowers...

...when Trump no longer towers.

     * ‘Enowers,’ meaning, roughly,
‘enough, already, fer kryssakes,’ 
is a portmanteau word pairing the 
Rubaiyat’s ‘enow’ with the suffix
‘-ers’ paralleling the derivation of 
Britspeak’s 'preggers' from 
‘pregnant.’

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