by Jay Rogoff

(After Yeats’s “For Anne Gregory”)

Never could a nation,
Writhing in despair
At “sad” and “fake” pronouncements
Shot tweeting through the air,
Love you for your governing
And not your orange hair.

“But taking my Propecia,
I’ll over-comb with care
And go and bully Kim and Moon,
Giving them such a scare
They’ll opt for strolling arm in arm,
And not my orange hair.”

I met five prior Presidents
Who solemnly did swear
That they had read the Bill of Rights
And could as one declare
That Nobels go for bringing peace,
And not your orange hair.