Purveyor of Truth
Skipping around the internet this day I happened to find this farewell poem to the First Family. I found it amusing and a bit perplexing. Maybe it's just me. Anyway here it is for your enjoyment.
For all the quips and jibes and tauntsAnd brutal castigationThis First Family's image haunts,And begs new valuation.
Both elegant and wholesomeThis group radiates great charmWe should feel proud
they reached a goal someTell us did no harm.
Their image, lean and lissome,Does great credit to their race.To know them might be bliss. SomeMight wish to kiss each face.
The father’s been a failureMany say with unchecked bile.Rated as the Holy Grail yourWelfare class adored his style.
Conservatives despised himAnd insisted he must fail,While the the Left who idolized him,Thinks the Right belongs in jail.
And so we’re now dividedMany saying we’re at warWith those we have deridedThus forgetting what Life’s for.
Although his leftist stanceHas been essentially perverseWe should not want to danceUpon his grave. That make things worse
By deepening the chasmThat now between us yawnsWe kill enthusiasmThus darkening all our dawns.
So please try to rememberBarrack with charity;His legacy’s an emberNow. Let’s pray Trump sets us free.
Feel free to critique this literary work of art as you wish.
President Obama is, I believe, going to come to be missed in the VERY near future. By many. Including his detractors.
And now, we prepare for a new era...