‘Twas the week before inauguration and all through the city
Porta potties were in place, in case things got shitty.
The streets were all lined with barricades and bleachers
In anticipation of crowds and sign carrying preachers.
Inaugural gowns filled the ritziest store,
Bright red is the color attendees adore.
When in front of Old Abe there arose such a clatter
I quickened my pace to see what was the matter.
The memorial front was flooded with workers
And the sounds that they made was like hordes of berserkers.
The seating appeared to be quietly weeping
As worries and fear inside me were creeping.
Wiping my eyes and turning around
I glimpsed the Trump Tower and started to frown.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a small group of children so tiny and dear.
Their eyes, how they twinkled! Their footsteps were merry.
(One had the diminutive air of a fairy.)
Small tiny steps and one happy turn of a head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I spoke not word, but resolved to do right.
As for you, D.C. Please fight the good fight.
—
Acknowledgement to Clement Clarke Moore and his poem A Visit from St. Nicholas, otherwise known as the beloved The Night Before Christmas. I hope my version proves entertaining to you readers.
Oh. I loved this!
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Thanks Marquesas. Poetry isn’t really my genre, but I can copy on a whim!
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Not copy…you mean share a great piece!
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Emulate a master…
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love it. Yes, let’s focus on the dear tiny children.
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They were so sweet. The one little girl – who knew not to talk to strangers – kept talking to me through her teacher. “Who is that lady? Why is she standing with us? (We were crossing the street at the same time.) “Does she have a kid at our school?” They really did make me feel better. The rest of the run was a never ending painful reminder about next Friday.
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Love This 😍!
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Thanks Leslie! My run around the Mall wasn’t quite what I expected – so many porta potties – but I’m glad I was able to turn the hour into something worthwhile.
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Love this! Brilliant 🙂
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Well thank you! It was a fun pictorial poem of my run in D.C. this week. I really wanted to go visit Old Abe, but apparently the imagination concert is going to be in front of him….thus the scaffolding. Sigh…
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Boo to not getting to see Abe. I haven’t been to D.C. in years but I love seeing all the monuments and govt buildings. I really loved Ford’s theater and I was in awe of the house across the street where Abe died.
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Fantastic!
BTW, I “berserk” is one of my favorite, seldom used words. “…hordes of berserkers” = genius!
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ignore that misplaced “I” after BTW. 😉
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How many times I have wished I could edit my WordPress comments!
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Thanks! It was a horrible noise, so a fitting simile. I’m glad you liked it!
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