Just in case you were worried that no one had penned a poem for the inauspicious day of January 20, take heart. One Joseph Charles McKenzie, described as a “celebrated American poet,” has come to the rescue. How celebrated? The “Society of Classical Poets” to which he belongs appears to be no more than a vanity group.
Because I honestly don’t know what to say that the “poem” doesn’t say for itself, I’ll just leave it here. After reading it, be sure to scroll down and read the comments — many are deliciously overwrought, and more are sharply critical of this piece of doggerel. (If that’s not an insult to more worthy doggerel.) (Or to dogs.)
Enjoy!