The Man with Orange Hair (A Lament)
Wiffle, waffle, wombat ways
These are the very worst of days.
Beware, beware, beware, beware
Beware the man with orange hair.
Grickle, grackle, grunt and grumble
Sit and watch the markets tumble
The threat of war is everywhere
Beware the man with orange hair
Trump, Rubio, Vance and Musk
It’s enough to make an angel cuss
Protest, protest if you dare
Beware the man with orange hair.
The prompt over at dverse is:
“Writing challenge: Write a complaint using the poetry form made popular by William Dunbar, Lament for the Makers. Your theme is your own, be it unrequited love or a satirical poem on the injustice of the world.“
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Indeed!
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Love the sounds, play of words and refrain of the man with the orange hair. If only those folks can protest and do something but alas not. We Canadians are standing up for ourselves!
Protest, protest if you dareBeware the man with orange hair.
Thanks for joining in.
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And Thank you, Grace, much appreciated!
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The nonsense words of nursery rhymes somehow makes the bitter lament even more effective. So well done!
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Thank you Dora, much appreciated!
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My pleasure!
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Pretty much!
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Jim, the repetition of “beware” and the references bring a sense of urgency to your lament for me. 👏
Much love,
David
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Thank you David, much appreciated, JIM
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Agent Orange, draftdodger criminal making himself king… yes I fear him
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My lament in this vein would be for those makers vanished under the wheels of these four apocalyptic hearse-men — distributors of food in foreign ports, curators of legacy and arts and archives, starving kindergarteners deprived of milk, teachers and local welcome. A lament for decades of progressive policy and the end of global citizenship. Thanks for helping heave this lament into motion.
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And thank you Brendan, very eloquently put as always!
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i wanted to do something similar with trump, but couldn’t get the form right. i did come up with this–
There once was a POTUS named Trump,
Who said he would clean up this “dump,”
One day while at work,
His pen went berzerk,
And now we’re all stuck in this slump.
sound familiar? lol. i loved your poem! … very nicely done and you stuck to the rules! ❤
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This has a great Dr Seuss vibe. Nicely done.
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Thank you! Much appreciated!
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