Birdbrained

Streamlined like a fluid missile

They glide through water oh so blissful

Never thought this bird a winner

Though it’s always dressed for dinner

As stuffy at a fair you’d win one

Of whom we speak? Why tis the penguin!

And why is this bird now the news?

Why heaped upon its head, the blues?

It’s always minded its own business

But now an orange-tinged clown so witless

Upon its modest icy floe

A tariff has now dealt a blow!

What do they have that others want?

So much that Trump has chose to taunt

I shrug my shoulders, scratch my head

We’ve no idea, most have said

For there’s no reason, there’s no rhyme

To Trump’s decisions, most the time

I’ll chalk this up to ignorance

A lack of slightest competence

And hope the penguin knows no strife

Goes on about its simple life

Eating squid, and fish and krill

Shall swim with ease and cool until

The Orange Buffoon is shown the door

And bothers flightless birds no more…