Trump, Donald Trump Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Trump, you can joke in such a way
That know you not
Any limitations
While joking,
Smiling,
Entertaining,
Trying to make burst into a laughter
And sometimes you boxing below the belly,
Hoaxing and coaxing,
Piping and gliding,
Using in all
Pop, jazz, disco, break dance,
Rock and roll
To woo,
Stooping to conquer,
Whistling and blowing
In a cowboy hat,
People too wanting more
From,
Sometimes complaining against excesses,
Sometimes praising for
The chap boy style,
Sometimes slandering and slamming,
Sometimes laughing in full
Holding the belly.

Trump,
Trounce you not,
Triumph you not upon
In such a way,
Thumping the benches,
Joking and rollicking
And rocking
Not as such,
Hopping and going
And greeting
In hilarity and gaiety,
Donald Trump
Trumpeting
And going,
Whistling
And winking at
Speaking the bitter things
In a comic vein.

He says
What it comes to the mind,
Thinks it not over,
When did he,
What did he,
Just said,
Said that
Under the spur
Of the moment,
The spirit
Taking excitedly,
Catching
And grappling with that
Be that a sexist remark,
Misogynistic, coercive, abusive or slanderous
Or racial,
Unacceptable or offensive.