When candidates stop
applauding themselves
I decide which one
in this odd buffet
of strange casseroles
is saying what he or she
thinks will get them elected
and not what they will do
if they are elected and then
I vote for the one I think
is least apt to make things
far worse than they are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another interesting Donal poem with its usual quirky, thoughtful, and thoroughly amusing twist! Keep them coming!