‘Tis traditions’s sacred way,
After voters have their say,
To lift the nation’s toxic pall
By a brave congratulation call,
And heal the nation’s painful breach,
With a sweet concession speech.
So Trump will bid us fond adieu
As all courageous losers do
With courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Trump will make his light escape
Into the Beautiful.


3 Nov 2020