However, my cat Lim has alerted me that during the night, the infamous Mr. A. Cat managed to sneak a Trumpian message across enemy lines and wishes me to type it for you here even though the message may be in secret code for all I know!
Therefore, since some years ago I volunteered to take on the typist role for Lim and Mr A (because cats have no hands), I find myself compelled this day to post A Ballad for Donald Trump by Mr. A. Cat in all its glorious groan-worthiness:
Trump so full of derring-don't
first he will then he won't
such a handful always cross
thinks he is our boss
Chaos is his middle name
serving Putin be his game
may as well stay in his cave
'cos he won't behave.
by Mr. A. Cat, Esq., agent formerly in service to our nation
A note from the typist: do you know that the heroic phrase "derring-do" goes back centuries to Geoffrey Chaucer circa 1374??! Well, that's 645 years ago--and I just found out! jc