Crawley
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I Think I Could Be President
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Except for walks, my time’s my own
No interest groups can claim me.
And if sometimes I need a nap,
I don’t know who could blame me.
My stroller takes me all about,
As quite befits my station.
In Air Force One, though, I could fly
Across a grateful nation.
Though now I am at liberty,
I’ve no wish to deceive.
Someday my plate will be too full,
And I will need to leave.
As children grow, cares multiply,
New things to learn and do.
I may step down once I have reached
The august age of two.
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I land feet first, I have the knack
To slip through trials unmarred.
I have no need for constancy,
To win is my reward.
The news hounds bay, they seek their prey
With stories real and fake.
They think I’m killed, I sail on still,
To new life I awake.
I live more times than others do
By nine, to state the score.
So will my term be thirty-six
Instead of merely four?
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[/TBODY]I stopped a river in its course,
It seemed the thing to do.
I pulled this tree up, moved it here
To get the stunning view.
Estate is real, but facts are not
I shape them as I choose.
Reality is just a show
On which you win or lose.
It’s nice to have alternatives
To facts I must impugn.
Mine always have that extra flair;
The truth is so jejune.
| Ann Louisa I think I could be President, Young Ann Louisa said. The thought arrives and makes me smile When I am safe in bed. The chief requirements of the post (As far as I can see) Are yell and cry and wave your arms, And I can do all three. It’s true I cannot say, “You’re fired!” But still I can be clear. And when I turn my head and howl Things tend to disappear. What I think changes day to day I’m prone to get upset. My appetites are in control There’s grief when they’re not met. This may not work when I’m grown up My parents seem more steady. But as for being President, I think it means: I’m ready. |
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I’ll try to learn a bit each day I think that’s how we grow. I hope it’s fine if others help With things that I don’t know. I need not be the first in line, I’d never push or shove. When we just sit and rock and read, Those are the times I love. It seems to me the Union’s state Could be a little nicer. Perhaps we need more Seuss and Milne, And not so much Sean Spicer. I have few outside interests, No prior business ties. Unless my paci is at risk, No conflicts should arise. | |
Except for walks, my time’s my own
No interest groups can claim me.
And if sometimes I need a nap,
I don’t know who could blame me.
My stroller takes me all about,
As quite befits my station.
In Air Force One, though, I could fly
Across a grateful nation.
Though now I am at liberty,
I’ve no wish to deceive.
Someday my plate will be too full,
And I will need to leave.
As children grow, cares multiply,
New things to learn and do.
I may step down once I have reached
The august age of two.
| Darth I think I could be President, Darth mused when dinner came. This clowder lives in fear of me; I think that’s much the same. I get two scoops, they get but one My scale of life is large. I can’t escape the sense that I Was meant to be in charge. The others have low energy I bend them to my will. I’m mutable, my rules opaque, Their turmoil is a thrill. I’ve never liked alliances I’d rather be sole jefe. To share, defer, or be upstaged Just makes my day covfefe. In times as parlous as our own A canine fealty fails us. A nimble cat can guide us past The danger that assails us. |
I land feet first, I have the knack
To slip through trials unmarred.
I have no need for constancy,
To win is my reward.
The news hounds bay, they seek their prey
With stories real and fake.
They think I’m killed, I sail on still,
To new life I awake.
I live more times than others do
By nine, to state the score.
So will my term be thirty-six
Instead of merely four?
| Goat in tree I think I am the President, Said Bill atop the tree. My penthouse prospect grants a view Of all I wish to see. When people want to know how I Attained this lofty height, I tell them straight, I scared a lion And fought ten wolves all night. I hopped aboard an eagle’s wing To survey all around. Then I outraced a cheetah to The spot that I had found. |
It seemed the thing to do.
I pulled this tree up, moved it here
To get the stunning view.
Estate is real, but facts are not
I shape them as I choose.
Reality is just a show
On which you win or lose.
It’s nice to have alternatives
To facts I must impugn.
Mine always have that extra flair;
The truth is so jejune.
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