Pity Melania Trump
Who was sculpted out of a stump:
This rough-cut clump
Was wooden to hump
And came down to earth with a thump.
O beauteous Melania
Our modern Cytherea:
An Aphrodite
In a rough-bark nightie
Become our sylvan Galatea.
Pygmalion searches the bare-trunked trees,
Getting wood from boles he sees:
He comes, he saws, he chops
And falls in love with what he lops -
Chipping ‘such a dryad's not so hard to please'.
A girl called Melania from Slovenia
[A frontier forest or so from Transylvania]:
Was naughtier than Little Red Riding Hood
And turned a few tricks in the wood -
Winding up notching 1600 Pennsylvania!
The woodman saw a pussy up a tree,
No finer judge of cougar cats than he:
He had no need of love - just power -
Knowing that for him the good grew sour -
And so he carved a wooden kitty - isn't she pretty?
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I would like to translate this poem
Great song, Keith! I hope that you post the video on PH.