POTUS
I found something to care for that only gets me whispered about, then pointed out.
My friend is small, not unpleasant, nor any noticable conciet in his walk. Yet everywhere he goes they snicker and giggle, what has he done wrong.More often than not he suddenly faints, stiffened tiny legs straightened out.
Saddness falls upon his heart each member of the family he loves dear, also tips over, faints, then they lay sprawled out on the ground. The cause of this ailment running through their veins has many triggers very different from each other. I considered their affliction the best quality they are so funny chasing each other all around and then they faint tumbling over and over.
I feel so bad for my little friend, he was given the name POTUS for the way his top knot swirls to the front and goes that direction all the way around. The ridicule he endures along with his whole family, has made him stearn and sure and well rounded. I know of nothing that can bring him down.
The fact is that my little friend belongs to a family of small goats that faint every where they are. It struck me funny because POTUS has a natural hairdo like his name sake that guy in charge.
As the old saying goes he has the kind of hair you find attached to a goats ass, You'll bust your sides laughing out loud, If you brush his nether regions that silly tiny goat will smile largely when you see him turn around. Just like his name suggests he rules all the others he keeps them all safe and sound.
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