The pluperfect maid was aghast!
“What? No gift for your hostess, she asked?”
   It got tense when he said
   For a woman instead
Of a present, I give her a past!

My life began without a grin.
   I learned it.
My baby mouth demanding food,
   Upturned it.

At one end.

A grin—yes, lopsided.

My day now begins with shaving;
   Mirror stark.
I turn an end up still,
   Cuts through the dark.

My grin is my second best friend.

Our souls demand soul food,
   A grin’s a start.
The upturned end is cued
   Right to my heart.

Mr. Trump was the auditor’s  bane.
He reported all sunshine as rain.
   His web site was crazy,
   All data were hazy.
They called it his ledger domain!