A poem written by my sister, Nelda Maze Butler. It made my day. Maybe someone else will get a chuckle out of it and even agree with the sentiment behind it.
Here's to You Mr. Trump
He's a total enigma, or some such thing.
Perhaps a magician or even a King,
Cause he rules and he reigns and makes the GOP sweat
And the other candidates have never seen such a threat!
He dominates the scene with his masculine swagger
And his words take the form of a really sharp dagger.
He calls a spade a spade or perhaps an f***ing shovel
And his tone is proof that he's not afraid of trouble.
He's been called lots of names because of attitude and spunk
And this summer is referred to as "The Summer of Trump,"
"The Donalds not boring," the media will say,
"He's gonna build a wall and make Mexico pay."
Skyrocketing to the top of the polls again,
With his double digit lead, he just might win.
Not easily embarrased, he's certainly not shy,
No filter on his mouth, he's a pretty cool guy.
Other's talk about his hair, his awesome "do,"
It dances in the wind and it waves at you.
It glows like a halo on his billionaire head,
He can wear it like he wants, "it's mine" he said.
So what is he, this puzzle called "Trump"?
He's a writer, a star, a producer, a hunk.
He's a winner that wins in a very big way,
And here hoping Mr Trump . . . you'll be President one day!
Nelda Maze
