No Blooming Park

I see no blooming park across the road;

Much vagrancy explodes in every mode.

Mongooses and plenty green monkeys roam;

And to boot, toads paddle amid the foam.

Tainted colors do have ways to explode;

Especially where scent of fowls abode.

In great land of giants election rig;

Great land it is yet the world’s infra dig.

Is draining the swamp a feasible goal,

With so many lying eggs in control?

Lawdie low! The New World has gone real mad;

From way back when we had the flying chad                       

©Paterika Hengreaves

(December 9, 2016)