We said no.
Wolfie said not so.
No, no, no. No
Why then I’ll blow.
So stand we now,
each, a sad homeless cerdo–
each, a Trump-made refugee
spitted as an effigy.
I felt the nearing wolves and cried.
They’re not moving very fast.
I heard the snarling wolves and cried.
They’re faint echoes from the past.
I smelt the scatting wolves and cried.
They’re decaying rats at last.
I saw the greying wolves and cried.
They’re evil spirits to be cast.
Then I tasted spattered blood and cried.
O! Their hungry hordes are vast.