Last Do-si-doh! For Don. My old Grampap used to dance up a storm, Pops needed no invitation to get up and perform, A proper Yankee Doodle dandy life-long Democrat, He'd be on his twinkling toes at the drop of a top hat. It was only after Trump waltzed in four years back Pappy hung his tuxedo, hat and cane on the hat rack, Grampa knew he'd not be smiling or singin' in the rain Till that bull in a china shop slipped down the porcelain. No more doin' the Hand Jive complete with back flip, No more twistin' by the pool, risking poppin' out a hip, The best moon walker I'd seen besides Michael Jackson- Pretty damn fly for a white-haired geriatric Anglo Saxon. Pops thought his tap shoes and he were past their best, Now was the time to reminisce and wait for eternal rest, He set his La-Z-Boy to decline, settled down to Fred Astaire; Seeing Trump'sgoosemiss-steps made his bed a pit of despair. Old Granpop wasn't up to doing the Hustle any more, More of a desperate shuffle towards the bathroom door, Nothing outside an atom bomb can get him up and about, He was just like Michael Flatley, all crapped and tapped out. For four long years poor Pop barely busted a move at all; Purely pitiful to watch a once Great Man's decline and fall, It pained Pop seeing Dancing Star Don waltz tango and foxtrot Effortlessly over democracy, to the stirring soundtrack of Fox rot. But, come a day of judgement, and before a live audience- Which star duo would win... Joe/Kam or Dunce/Subservience? Till on the fifth day of drama, before which Pop avidly sat glued Finally the vote was in, and left Donny feeling lost- and screwed . Gramps lifted up his blanket, sat on the edge of his seat Smiled, seeing Don getting his numb ass kicked by two left feet As Don rants and starts filling in injunctions (and his underpants) We're truly privileged to see Granpa's gleefully exuberant Riverdance. (Check out the odd tired musical reference in there? I'm exhausted, but still dancing on air.)
