Loose Cannon

by Stuart McFarlane / November 24th, 2024

How, Joe, did you not know
it was time just to go;
that you were on a hidin’ to nothin’.

As we saw the polls widen
it was clear Mister Biden;
a calamity was in the offin’

For trouble was brewin’,
you were in for a doin’;
they were measuring you for your coffin.

Democrats really hoped
that Kamala would cope;
or at least make it neck and neck.

But there was little doubt
that her work was cut out;
it was never an easy trek.

Yet, even with one ear,
was Trump a force to fear;
always a loose cannon on deck.

Stuart McFarlane has spent many years, both abroad and in the UK, teaching English. In the UK this mainly involved teaching Esol to refugees and asylum seekers. He is now semi-retired and so can devote more time to writing poetry. He has had poems published in local magazines and online publications such as 'Borderless Journal', based in Malaysia and 'Culture Matters' and 'The Recusant', based in the UK. Read other articles by Stuart.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 24th, 2024 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.