Presidential visit

Presidential visit

As Conservatives attempt to forge plans

With Trump in view of material things,

Street cleaners sweep needles, bottles and cans,

Busking beggars are relieved of their strings,

Emergency staff from the NHS,

Consider a job in Australia,

A young fascist gives a public address,

On milkshakes and socialist failure,

An orange balloon’s floating in the sky,

As the president of the USA,

Looks Her Majesty direct in the eye,

And she alone hears what he has to say.

Children with flowers are ushered away;

There’ll be no climate protesting today.

The Conservatives are out in the street,

Ignoring the mocking protester’s jeers;

They’ve far more important people to meet:

Presidential flunkies, royals and peers.

The orange balloon is high overhead;

An Australia-bound plane, higher still;

The fascist has gone, and there, in his stead,

Is a socialist, with a happy-meal.

The president, and queen, with her dragoon,

Are joined by the grovelling entourage;

They glance as one at the orange balloon

Then off to the palace banquet they charge;

Where apparently, an NHS deal

Is chewed and swallowed, in want of a seal.

The president’s visit went very well;

So said the following day’s front pages;

Those with a different story to tell,

Were deemed loony left, snowflake outrages;

As indeed was the orange balloon too;

“Fake news!” said the president, and as such,

Everyone agreed, except for a few

Protesters, reputedly, out of touch.

As for me; I was nowhere to be seen;

What’s been recited came out of my head;

But I imagine, if I was the Queen,

Giving reply to whatever Trump said,

My cutting remark to Donald would be……

…………………………………………………………..???

I’d rather keep that, between him and me.