The Don Is My Caddy Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

The Don Is My Caddy



1 The Don is my caddy; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in deep depressions: he leadeth me into the water hazard.
3 He pulleth my wool over my eyes: He bleedeth my wallet and bankrupteth my budget for his hunger's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the death of my democracy, I will fear no evil: for the Don art with me; His driver and wedge they battereth me down.
5 The Don preparest a table at his clubhouse with me as mutton and invites all my enemies: He anointest my balls with oil; he serveth me piping hot.
6 Surely national mourning shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in a buried lie in the course of the Don forever.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: corruption,political,satire
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