Poem: The Stable Genius
The other day “The Donald” sought a NATO chiefs consensus
To increase their countries’ budgets per their spending on defenses
He claimed he’d scored a victory, securing their agreement
To two per cent of GDP. On this point he was vehement.
A “stable genius” were the words with which he limned his nature
And I’m in full agreement as he claims this nomenclature
For I maintain for my own use a modest little stable
Two horses and a donkey find their fare upon my table
They really serve no purpose other than my own distraction
And to keep me on my toes when there’s a boundary infraction
Invariably the donkey is the first to find a weakness
In perimeter of pastures, then they’re off like it’s the Preakness.
He is by far the smartest in my barnyard pet collection
The acme on the equine scale of IQ score detection.
So I say The Donald’s right in his assessment of his status;
Like my ass, “a stable genius” prone to braying fits and flatus.