Little boy kneels by the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
The 45th President-Elect of the United States is saying his prayers.
God bless Ivanka and keep her body tight.
Wasn’t it fun tweeting about Russia tonight?
Hollywood’s so cold and my daughter’s so hot.
Oh! God bless Tiffany — I quite forgot.
If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Melania’s dressing gown on the door.
It’s Armani gold trim, a gift from Newt.
Oh! God bless Melania and keep her mute.
Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the monogrammed hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And pray BuzzFeed doesn’t bury me under that wall.
Oh God, I wish Mommy were here today.
Cherry vanilla ice cream, with Vlad, Rex and Nigel to play.
But she never loved me, how could that be?
Everyone’s gonna regret being horrible to me.
Little boy kneels by the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
The 45th President-Elect of the United States is saying his prayers.
*With apologies to AA Milne and his wonderful poem ‘Vespers’
Mad Mother In The Attic 
Genius! Absolute genius!! I always say how I’m totally in awe of anyone who can write rhymes and poems-it’s just something I can’t wrap my head around! And this is so funny, and true, although the last bit was a little frightening… Let’s hope that bit doesn’t come to fruition…
#bigpinklink
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Ah thanks, although AA Milne should take most of the credit. It’s a poem I read my daughter sometimes before bed – and one which my parents read to me – and I couldn’t resist the Trump analogy! x
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