Letter: A poem for the President-elect

Hi, I wrote this poem early the morning of Nov. 13 while still in bed.

The White House as Seen by Trump

It’s only a shanty in old shanty town.

Its color is all white

Like snow on the ground.

It’s a big lonely base,

With federal employees all over the place.

And nowhere around

For peace to be found

With plenty of visitors

Who look all around.

Phillip Schaffer

Kingman