THE ISLE of ATTU

 

 

The distant isle of Attu,

the perfect place for you,

Donald

          Wearing the ring

          of a lonely king

 

          Spending your long days

          staring at the raging sea

          Donald

          Fondly remembering the brawl,

          waiting for the comeback call

 

          You had world-wide power

          embarrassingly frittered away

          Donald

          Continuing to gloat,

          I never lost the vote

 

          (Reminiscent of Napoleon’s exile to Elba,

          This poem suggests the Isle of Attu, the western-

          most island of the Aleutian Islands would be the perfect

          place for Donald Trump’s post-awful presidency. Fittingly,

Attu is just 280 miles from Russia.)