I think I need therapy, can’t get this character out of my head. I’ll make an appointment right now with Dr Sean Trapanning WUM.

LITTLE DONALD.

I wish I’d told Donald’s parents when Donald was only small
Not to let him have his own way all the time it would be their worlds downfall
As it turned out, it was not just his parents world would suffer
It was everybody’s child, grandparents, father and mother

I wish I’d Told Donald’s teachers, to take him on one side
Teach him ethics, morals, humanity and other things besides
And maybe just a few words in his parents ears
“If you do not sort out this child, he will be the cause of many fears”

I wish I’d told America “You are voting for disaster”
“This man is a Megalomaniac, the whole world he wants to master”
I wish I’d told the US courts, please lock this man away
Then after twenty years or so, “Please extend his stay”

I wish I’d told someone that button to please unwire
Please don’t let that spoiled brat set the world on fire
I wish I’d told Myself many years ago
To go and live on some remote island or archipelago.

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All characters in my little poem are fictional. I think conjured up in an ongoing nightmare.

All words Meadowhead Bard.