By: Cedric McClester

He’s a little man
Filling big shoes
When asked to acknowledge
An American hero, refused
Like a petulant child
Stuck in his twos
Until he became the fodder
Of print and broadcast news

The adjective that applies
To him is petty
The palms of his hands
Are always sweaty
He’s a bull in a china shop
Or maybe a yeti
And his skin is the color
Of a bowl of spaghetti

When government flags
Were flying half staff
The one at the White House
Was on high not half
It was yet another
Presidential gaff
If it wasn’t so sad
It would make you laugh

He’s a little man
Filling big shoes
Who’s not quite up to the task
But that’s no new news
Yet he’s the one
A certain segment will choose
To occupy the White House
Though blemished and bruised


Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.