Sorry, but I cannot be sincere
For the prompt this time-year.
I’ve already stated
And been berated
About the unusual year ’16
Unless you want to hear a mean
Comment about the latest election
And my country’s odd selection.
Of course our choices weren’t very good
Could have been better, they really should
But that’s over now, can’t dwell on the past
We’ll see who next Mr. Trump blasts.
I told you not to get me started
Now I’m starting to feel downhearted.
But I’ll persevere and anticipate
A year that looks good on our plate.
Reminds me of that rhubarb pie.
It’s my favorite, and that’s no lie.