Sonnet: The Donald’s Nightmare

Sharks! Land Sharks? What tyrant God gave sharks legs?

I pity the man who sees them and begs

I’d fight a land shark and it would beg me

To spare his wretch life and set the sharks free.

 

I wouldn’t spare them, I’d trap them! You’ll see!

Uh oh! I think the damn sharks have got me?

That would explain why I’m inside a cage,

Dorsal fins quiver with unbridled rage?

 

Perhaps I could beg? Perhaps just a bit,

Back to my office I’d scurry and sit

Yes! I’m sure if I ask they’ll see reason

Why anything else would be high treason.

 

Fire reflected in a beady black eye,

Land sharks will feast upon Donald Trump pie.