A Poem about a Bromance
We met on the North Lawn – we met on the South,
Ah yes, I remember it well,
I was reflective – and I was all mouth,
I charmed – and by golly, I fell.
We talked of our meeting in Paris that night,
Gazing down from the Tower on the City of Light,
I championed the Left – no, you championed the Right.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
Embracing like brothers – like brothers in arms,
We bonded – but didn’t quite gel.
I was for arms deals – I sounded alarms,
I’d barter – I’d blow them to hell!
We pined when we parted – I phoned every day,
I longed for White House – or Champs-Élysées,
Where we’d felt for each other – in most every way.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
(Presidents Macron and Trump)
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