Literary Corner: Rhyme!

Roy Lichtenstein, Cubist Cello, 1997. Via Guy Hepner.

Spring is here at last, the president had a chance to play golf in a state that isn't Florida (with his hilariously incompetent bug-eyed new attorney, Rodolfo Giuliani, on the Trump course in Sterling, Virginia), and in a new, comically erotic piece he unexpectedly breaks into rhyme, although the main reason for that could be his fear of trying to spell the name "Strzok".

Lisa Page

by Donald J. Trump

Lisa Page, who may hold the record
for the most Emails in the shortest period
of time (to her Lover, Peter S),

and attorney Baker, are out
at the FBI as part of the Probers
getting caught? Why is Peter S
still there? What a total mess.
Our Country has to get back to Business!

You can read the Times account of all the things that are factually wrong with the poem, and the suggestion that Page's and James Baker's resignations have any connection to the Russia investigation or the "Probers". I just want to enjoy the light, leaping line and the weird Victorian capitalization, which together call to mind the great nonsense poet Edward Lear.