Squinting to see
through the mist and rain,
He gasped as he made
out the faint outline
Of the USS John S.
McCain.
His pallid face
froze in a grimace.
Turning, he
said, “That just can’t be.
This has to be an
apparition.
How could the ship
be here in D.C.?”
Consulting his
television set,
He let out a scream
of utter disdain.
The image was on his
TV screen:
The USS John S.
McCain.
Dashing around the
Oval Office
Like a madman,
completely deranged,
He called his
advisers, blathering madly,
"The name of
that ship has to be changed!"
Off to Asia the
president flew.
As he took in the
view from his plane,
Down below him his
eyes fell upon
The USS John S.
McCain.
"Why…why…must
he torment me?"
He asked his wife in
a fit of despair.
He bit his lip with
so much force,
The blood gushed
out, causing a scare.
"Give me a
towel!" he yelled. He held it
Up to his lip, which
was throbbing in pain.
Moments later the
blood left an image:
The USS John S.
McCain.
Members of the
president's team
Rushed to find
places to hide.
Contradicting the
angry boss
Would be political
suicide.
The president,
loving to bully others,
Finds his impulses
hard to restrain.
May he be haunted
forever and ever
By the USS John S.
McCain.
-by Bob B (6-10-19)
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