(Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary

Over a many quaint and curious quotes by Trump of yore

While I shuttered, hope unwrapping,

Suddenly there came a tapping

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the White House door

“Tis some imposter,” I muttered, “tapping at my country’s door

Only this and nothing more.”

 

Much I marvelled at his ungainly scowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was cursed with seeing Trump above his nation’s door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

Against such a thing, we say “Nevermore.”

 

Can it be so? My country led

By such a spectre of fear and dread

Where has our sense, once common and sane departed

To abandon us now at our time most dire

Will upon the world such a man be thrust once more?

Quoth the voter, “Nevermore”