Good God, I find it hard to believe those who do believe
That Donald Trump is part of Gods mysterious Master plan,
Those of blind faith who found a black president impossible to conceive
Yet can find little fault in this one, Gods Right White quite imperfect man.
Any conservative will admit he’s a philanderer,
But Sweet Jesus, Donald’s making a great nation,
And doth the Good Book not say, ‘to be human is to err?’
Let’s give Don the benefit of doubt (and a liberal translation.)
How the bloody righteous paw through chapter and verse,
Praying pardon for their (play)boys less than model behaviour,
Finding any blessed reason to praise a man Beelzebub would curse;
How Divine, stumbling on such a forgiving anti-Gay-Muslim-Refugee Saviour.
Don plopped down beside Vladimir just after dessert,
A little- ahem, Big Boys bonding session couldn’t hurt?
But Vlad speaks no English, he needs his interpreter to,
And since Don has lost his translator, Vlad’s lad would do.
Some people speak of collusion,
He translates that with confusion,
What Don says Vlad is rapt to hear,
Which is so flattering to Dons ear.
At the end of the one-way talk Don was amazed to find
Vlad hadn’t contributed much, in fact little came to mind,
But when handed their transcript of what they said he said
The things he’d agreed to had sounded different in his head.