Trump flew to Alaska to kiss Putin’s ass.
Of Trump’s threats and bluster, none would come to pass.
No, Putin told Donald what he had to do.
So Trump flunked the midterm in dictator class.

Trump laid down red carpet; was such respect due?
They walked side by side, for the whole world to view.
They both took no questions, just a photo-op.
Then they went inside and expectancy grew.

Who knows what was said, Vladimir put a stop
To all of Trump’s bluster; his bullshit, a flop.
Some two hours later, both spoke to the press,
Appearing together, with Putin on top.

Both talks were just blather; no one had to guess.
Trump had achieved nothing, no hint of success.
No one took a question; talks were short and sweet.
Then both left Alaska: no sign of progress.

Cease fire not concluded, Trump forced to retreat,
With his ego routed, a stinging defeat.
The planned lunch was cancelled; Vlad ate Donald’s lunch.
Trump’s humiliation, not softened by tweet.

Trump lost a decision, not by knockout punch.
But his ass still stings, as he feels Putin’s munch.
Next he’ll see Zelenskyy, and NATO heads too,
En masse to the White House, a united bunch.

Trump’s a paper tiger, now comeuppance due.
Nobody respects him. (Who can Donald sue?)
TV showed us all as Trump kissed Putin’s ass.
So Europe must lead now; bullshit will not do.