Although Democrats made significant gains on Election Day last week, which was hopeful news, sadly it was also the one-year anniversary of Trump’s “BIG” victory — of course Donald narrowly won but he continues to lie about it. So, a little late, here is what seems an appropriate poem to mark the event. (Sadly a Russian language version of the poem was unavailable):
It was a calm, still day in Yarmouth,
The channel clear and wide,
As the last of the timber sailing ships
Sailed out on the evening tide.
They never saw that ship again;
They searched when it was light,
But that fine old timber vessel sank
That clear and peaceful night.
No one knows what happened
On that night in 1910;
But the crew and her cargo of woodpeckers
Were never seen again.