The Saudis succumbed to Donald’s charms
Once he reached out to ’em with his arms.
On to Israel with their message ringing in his ear-
That Jerusalem Embassy is no longer a capital idea.
There he stood quietly staring at the Western wall,
The cracks therein didn’t resonate with him- at all.
Approached the Pope, hoped he’d forgive every sin;
The Lords representative didn’t know where to begin.
The NATO photo shoot pictured him as grace personified
But somehow the friends he’d made didn’t see his best side.
Then home, and he’s over his travels if not his travails,
Hoping his son-in-laws luck in Russian roulette prevails.