A Scot’s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite walloper).

America, aw whit ye dain?!
How could ye choose a clueless wain
Ti lead yir country? Who wid trust
A man sae vile?!
A racist, sexist eedjit
Wi a shite hairstyle?

Yet lo, ye votit (michty me!)
Ti hawn’ this walloper the key
Ti pow’r supreme, ti stert his hateful,
Cruel regime.
A cling ti hope that this is aw
Jist wan bad dream.

But naw, the nightmare has come true,
A curse upon rid, white an’ blue,
An’ those who cast oot Bernie
Must feel sitch regret
Fur thinkin’ Mrs. Clinton
Was a safer bet.

So noo we wait ti see unfold
Division an’ intolerance, cold;
A pois’nous bigotry untold
Since Hitler’s rule
As the free world’s hopes an’ dreams
Lie with this fool.

Alas, complainin’ wullnae change
The fact this diddy has free range
Ti ride roughshod ow’r human beings
That fall outside
The cretinous ideals borne of
His ugly pride.

Awch USA, we feel yir woes
An’ pour oor wee herts oot ti those
Who ken this oarange gabshite isnae
Who they chose,
But jist sit tight; Trump’s cluelessness
Will time expose.

Fur sittin’ there beside Obama
Efter the election drama,
Trump looked like reality
Had finally hit:
Aboot the role of president
He knew Jack shit.

Poutin’, glaikit through this farce,
His mooth wis pursed up like an arse,
His Tangoed coupon glowin’ like
A skelped backside.
Despite all his bravado
Trump looked keen ti hide.

Let’s therefur no despair an’ greet,
Or see this outcome as defeat.
Let’s wait an’ watch this bampot
Flap his hawns an’ squirm
When presidential pressures
Crush him like a worm.

Hawd oan ti values you hold dear,
Don’t let this numpty bring yi fear,
His chants of hatred don’t speak fur
The human race.
Love will endure despite this
Oarange-faced disgrace.

So USA, in ma conclusion,
Know we Scots feel your confusion:
We are also chained ti those
Not of oor choosin’.
Stand firm fur unity will break
Through Trump’s delusion.

trump

17 thoughts on “A Scot’s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite walloper).

  1. Lorna a great wee poet,as if a did nae know it! An much much more than that, she has liberty engraved on her heart. Liberté,égalité, fraternité – let’s hope for all of that, for France for Scotland and for all the votes to come, let us go forward and with courage choose the one, who will open our countries to each and every son and daughter of the brotherhood of man

  2. Mission accomplished. This did my soul some good in this somber time. You even got a chuckle or three out of me. Thank you. Amazing work and exactly the salve we need.

    • Thank you, so glad you found some comfort in it!! What a nightmare…it feels like the world’s still numb with disbelief over this.😦

  3. While this poem attacks Trump for his looks and how awful he is, it ignores the realities that lead to his rise and support. Even if you hate Trump and his rhetoric, his campaign won against a better funded DNC machine and the media writing him off as having no chance. Just look at Brexit and it shouldn’t be too hard to understand the situation. It is too easy to blame it on the people voting for him without analyzing their problems.

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