Between Kim Jong Un and Dippy Don
You have to wonder where diplomacy ‘s gone?
Now it’s not about whose twitchy finger is on the trigger
It’s about whose dangling digit is perceived as bigger.
Boys, boys, one look in the mirror does suggest
On a little reflection, you’re little boys -at best,
So, Slim Kim and Dinky Don, is there just a minuscule chance
You two can keep your hands pocketed in your Big Boys pants?
When he was polishing his ball out on his course
Don found he had the the time to talk of applying force,
Off on vacation, still chipping away, Don began to ponder
On launching things other than balls into the wild blue yonder.
Part of Dons game is matching fire with fire
But when Kim hears Dons voice his rises higher,
To Donald it’s merely vainglorious sabre rattling,
More obnoxious oafish juvenile bully-boy prattling.
Dons crazy talk is reciprocated by Kim Jong Uns,
Anyone listening knows they’re both Loony Tunes,
And so Donalds words, so lacking in diplomatic grace,
Fulsome words full of braggadocio, blow up in his face.
Do Dons thoughts turn to Melania and Ivanka
As he self-pityingly putters around in his bunker?
Seems Kim had found Dons gentle joshing… annoying;
The anger from their fallout is more than Seoul destrying.