Following the spat at yesterday’s White House press briefing, I can’t help feeling that this blog has turned out to be even more prescient than I feared.
My spirit guide, Bob, has been knocking urgently on my astral door ever since the inauguration. Seems Samuel Taylor Coleridge was on the Ethereal Blower with this report from the Other Side.
Millions of people thronged the Capitol last Friday. And a Christmas tree.
In Washington did Donald Trump
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
And Ralph, the White House dresser, ran
Through swatches to complete the plan
Downtown in old DC.
With twice five miles of plate gold found,
The walls and rooms were gilded round;
And there were toilets bright with auric frills,
The toilet rolls were golden filigree;
And here were Donald’s photos, flattering stills
Staring down at whomsoever had a pee.
But oh! that cool reflecting pool which slanted
Across the green Mall beside the Lincoln shrine!
Trump hated it! The whole thing left him haunted
As e’er because his self-esteem was taunted
By great deeds of the past…
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