We Are Glad
(with profuse apologies to Shakespeare and King Henry V)
We are sad The Donald is so unpleasant with us;
His presence a double bogey we won’t say thanks for:
When we marched our voters to the polls,
We did, perchance, escape the sand, take the match
And strike his bilious frown as just the hazard.
Told him he hath offended both friend and stranger
Packed all the courts so rule of law will be disturb'd
Ah, Censorious faces. Now we understand him well,
How he lorded o'er us and denied his wilder days,
Admitting not what sore use he made of them.
We ne’re before deeply valued this poor seat of POTUS;
And therefore, in ’16 took the chance, and gave ourselves
To trust in process; as 'tis ever common
That men are elevated when in The People’s House.
But tell the Donald we will keep our States,
We won them true and will spurn his tweetings
We need not rouse ourselves so chance begins anew
Or plod like duffers unable to make the shot
Yea, show the Donald bold to look on us.
And tell the putrid prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his hopes to rubble; and his soul
Be held sore charged for his wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand victims
Shall this his mock mock out of dear husbands and wives;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And even some yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Donald's scorn.
But this lies all within the Founders’ will,
To whom we do appeal; and in whose name
Tell you the Donald, we are coming on,
To cleanse the ground as we may and to put forth
A rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.
So get you now to Pence, and tell the Donald
His jest will savor those but of shallow wit,
When thousands jeer more than did laugh at it.
We give you now safe conduct. Convey it well.
Let's hope for a better 2021
Michael
