Poems of the Week

Kyiv Vive

by Julia Griffin

After Irving Berlin

In the Duma, they keep dumb (so would you) but
They mutely hum that best of hits:
Putin on the Fritz.
Like some latter-day Count Fosco,
Bad Prigozhin aims at Moscow: Fortune quits
Putin on the Fritz.

Dressed up like a billionaire contractor,
Trying not to look a real bad actor (malefactor),
Acts like he’s the big defence key,
Till Volodomyr Zelenskiy dreams he’ll blitz
Putin on the Fritz.

If you’re Pu and the days bring nasty news in,
Why don’t you sing a song that fits?
Putin on the Fritz
Putin on the Fritz
Putin on the Fritz …