Don't miss this poet's clever take on this administration, which begins:'
"I sit with my pen signing off on my themes,
Watch the world shake its head at my speed and extremes;
What some said wouldn’t happen, this mad man’s sick dreams,
Now they see me deliver on my wildest schemes.
No I am not Horton, not a Horton, not I,
Not waiting for some Dumbo-bird to hatch and fly.
I’m really King Yertle stacking up to the sky
On the backs of the losers; I love their pained cry.
How I got to the White House I’ll never admit,
Took a Super Storm Sanders when all forces hit.
15 less known opponents caused the voters to split.
That gave me the edge; and I never spit the bit.
Read the rest of the story HERE:
At dianeravitch.net
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