In which our Jewish poet laureate opines about the dawning Trump era — in verse.
You too can own Ivanka’s dress!
It’s pink, it’s svelte, it screams success
Not sewn on 7th Avenue
But made in China just for you.
Ribbon cuttings, they’ll be grand!
This POTUS won’t disown his brand.
“Trump” in gold makes him verklempt-y
Or maybe just that suites are empty.
Sheriff’s symbol? That’s a laugh.
My People won’t forget that gaffe.
Such ignorance about those stars.
On sleeves, on coats, in railroad cars.
Anti-Semites on my team?
Dreading Bannon’s hate regime?
Ivanka’s close, and she’s a Jew.
She filled me in on World War II.
My darling plagiarizing honey
You married me, not just for money.
Except for pics that showed your tush
You’ll be another Laura Bush.
He courted Christians left and right
Adopting Hannity’s big fight
Whether it applies to all
Say “Merry Christmas” at the mall.
Elinor Lipman’s novels include “Then She Found Me” and “The View From Penthouse B.”