After watching too many presidential Coronavirus “briefings,” I woke up at 4 am several nights ago and wrote this ditty. I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
HIS MASTER’S CHOICE
–with apologies to Alexander Pope’s, “Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness”
I’m Mr. Pence, but call me Mike;
In D.C. I’m called “little Spike.”
I love to stand behind my man,
To fawn and fetch whenever I can.
I do not bite. I am not bold.
I do whatever I am told.
I’m a Christian, a Boy Scout, I never lie.
That’s not a leash. No! That’s my tie.
I’m well-groomed and obedient;
I’m Donald Trump’s Vice President.
–Nancy K. Carpenter
© April 9, 2020