What you eat can sometimes make you ill.
I have not dined at Trump's famous Grill,
But it's a risk I wouldn't want to take
To consume a raw and bleeding steak.
And it appears that more than one reviewer
Discovered plenty problems there to skewer.
The Filet Mignon for one was raw;
For another, too well-done to gnaw.
The burger tasted like a kitchen sponge
With an odor one could not expunge;
An eyeball she once ate had better flavor.
Nor had the french fries anything to savor:
Hard as sticks, tasting somehow of wood,
They'd been cooked far longer than they should.
How, she wondered, can one screw up fries?
A slice of orange cheese could not disguise
That the brioche bun was turning stale
And that this restaurant was one big fail.
Vanity Fair's reviewer left in haste
And tried to wash her mouth out with tooth paste.
Donald Trump, who thinks it's not essential
To always be acting Presidential
Read her review and chose--what could be fitter?--
To wreak revenge by going onto Twitter.
Because he is a man of words so few
Twitter is the place that he turns to.
He doesn't really have enough to say
So tweeting is for him the only way.
He tweeted that this magazine was dead,
Its numbers down, and all its readers fled.
But in fact, the restaurant review
Brought in many readers who were new,
Nor did his tweeting make them stay away;
A hundred times more came that very day.
Business Insider thought they'd go and see
If with that review they would agree,
Or if its criticism was unfair.
"If you want good food, then go elsewhere"
Is the bottom line of their critique.
They ordered the same fare, and it was bleak.
Filet Mignon so raw it made them quail;
The burger bun, alas, once more was stale.
The martinis' taste did not enthrall
Because it was of rubbing alcohol.
Will this magazine get the same treatment
As the first--that is, the full Trump tweet-ment?
We'll stayed tuned; and meanwhile the nation
Awaits with eager, keen anticipation
To see if Trump his duties will fulfill
The same way he did with the Trump Grill.