WHY WOULD YOU WANT ONE?

Donald’s had a massive strop

If he could, he would put a stop

To everything from Norway bound

His dreams have crumbled to the ground.

And why? His heart’s desire denied

No fuzzy feelings, deep inside

He isn’t worthy, it would seem,

To crown his narcissistic dream

To win the Nobel Peace Prize, for

More worthy candidates, far more

Were shown to those who would decide

The winner, one who had complied

With what the award is all about,

Not some cosmetic twist and shout

Not stopping shooting, using threats,

Not treating other states like pets

Not exercising power because

You can, to generate applause

For such a one, they ought to bring

The Nobel Prize for bullying.

A simple honour, which consists

Of being dropped into tar pits

Stark naked, no, not leaves of fig

Whilst choking on his own blonde wig

That said, DT would not have been

The worst prize winner on the scene.

That’s Henry Kissinger, no doubt

A man responsible for rout

And slaughter in East Asia, through

Vietnam, Cambodia, East Timor too,

And for one flimsy peace accord

Was honoured with this great award

But not without upset, because

His winning gave some others pause.

Two Committee guys resigned

Vietnam’s Lê Dúc Tho declined

To share the prize with Kissinger

From which I think we can infer

His sheer disgust at sharing with

A monstrous hideous megalith.

So Donald – be assured, that tho’

The Nobel Prize has been let go

No life should rest upon the sizes

Of dreamed of, but ungotten prizes.