Again, Humpty Trumpty

I wrote this poem awhile ago:

Humpty Trumpty said he'd build a wall

And make the Mexicans pay for it all

But President Nieto said, "En un ojo de cerdo,"

And implied that Trumpty was corto & lerdo.

Humpty Trumpty said, "Muslims stay out!"

And perhaps yellow crescents and stars'd leave no doubt

As to who could be trusted and who was suspicious--

And who could eat up and who'd do the dishes.

"I'm the greatest of all!" our good Trumpty said,

While Muhammad Ali groaned and rolled in his bed.

"His head might be huge," Ali's spirit declared,

"But it's just a shit omelet that's cooking in there."

So beware, ye non-white, non-born USA folk,

Your days might be numbered, and that is no joke.

I don't know who will put who in his place

But Trumpty already has egg on his face.

And one of my friends told me I should send it to The New Yorker. And I thought that was ridiculous, but I also though what the hell. So I sent it. Here's how that went:

So . . . that's that. But hey, I got a letter from Paul Muldoon. Kind of.