Joe’s Poem: Teaching Trump to Dance


We were in the pool

taking a break

from door-knocking

Joe said

Donald Trump

came to me in a dream

to ask me

to teach him to dance.

Joe, said Trump,

I’d like to learn

and you’re who I want

to teach me.

Maybe dancing

could help him

be a better person

and even though

I certainly dislike

Donald Trump

dancing is always good

so I said OK Donald

although that wasn’t

an easy decision


and he wasn’t a natural

that’s for sure.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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