Shall I compare thee to the film of scum
That sits atop of my cold cup of tea.
A mem’ry of what might have been
If common sense had killed your Trumpery,
How could something so unpleasant
Remain to sully the good things below
By each sip it makes us all resent
What should be honourable, on show,
And now this film of discontent
Is mirrored in extremist lands,
Used to denigrate good efforts spent,
While we, subdued, sit upon our hands,
Where is the leadership once seen?
Replaced, now, by this character obscene.
George
