Tilting at Windmills
(The adventures of Donald ‘Quixote’ Trump)
Those windmills are “Bigly, nasty, and gauche”
Said Trump, “and upon beauty they encroach
Next to my golf course on the Menie Estate
Over there in the sea is the thing that I hate
A wind farm that looms up out of waters
Of the North Sea, their erected by plotters
Terrible people who just want to destabilise
The view from the clubhouse – it’s hurting my eyes
It’s really not fair when you think what I have done
For the great game of golf and the wide world of fun
Bulldozing sand dunes and pouring cement
Destroying eco systems and trying to prevent
The advance and the roll of habitat unique
Replacing it with a Disney-like mystique”
“But that’s just old news from a few years ago
And now I’m the POTUS I’ll put on a show
Just like P.T. Barnum’s – the greatest on Earth
For I value the land – for it’s real estate worth
So I’ll take up this cause – though it may seem Quixotic
To tilt against windmills through tweets quite neurotic
I must avoid looking at them – I find it hypnotic
A guilty secret I hide – I think they’re erotic
To bury my sin I oft have to self flagellate
(My ex best friend Steve prefers to ‘auto inflate’)
At least I think that is roughly what they said
About old man Bannon – that it went to his head
How he puffed himself up and looked like a balloon
He was full of hot air – but went down very soon”
“Anyway back to the topic of hand
The natural world – and how it can be planned
Already” he said “since I came into power
Everything’s rosy and starting to flower
The environment – it has never ever been better
With global warming I promise you’ll not need a sweater
And forget all your talk of renewable sources
We just need some clean coal and water off courses
The stream is perhaps not now quite so clear
If I muddied the waters just have no fear
For though the land is no longer pleasant and green
Just look at that coal – so glistening and clean!
So knock down the windmills and sell them for scrap
No ill wind will come – there will be no mishap
Into the forge, burn the coal and smelt them for fun
Who needs a ploughshare when you can die-cast a gun.”