Klutzes like President Lump

Klutzes like President Lump

Why people are so churlish is beyond

Me.  Sending out a humorous account

Of my poetry reading, I was fond

Enough to reckon that it would amount

To a piece of bragging fun to my friends.

Of course the overwhelming bulk of them

Sent back their pleased replies.  To make amends

For this, Dan mocked me for touching the hem

Of moaning’s garment since I hadn’t got

The whole of what I wanted.  Then I sent

The pics of roses Tom asked for.  The upshot?

He said he doesn’t like their hues.  He meant

He wanted me to send him only bright

Ones, yellow, orange.  Gracelessness is a blight.