Sickeningly Sweet

From our political correspondent Dorothy "Lottie" Dawe:

Did you see that Trump cabinet meeting yesterday?  How sickeningly sweet and bizarre was that?  There were grown adults fawning over the President as if they were school girls and he a teen-age idol.  

Truth be told, Trump is just a lap dog.  He sooo wants to be loved.  He just wants someone to pat him on the head and affirm that he's a good boy!

This bizarre love-fest called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "They went to thank him" (below on the left).  We don't know if it were Dickinson's poem that inspired Trump to demand all of the false praise -- but we do know that the peom inspired Dickinson's third cousin Emily to pen her work "I went to thank her" (below on the right).
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

They went to thank Him –
Then they Wept –
His Head – a costumed Stone –
With Laurels at his Crown and Feet –
That Sycophants – had thrown –

They went to thank Him –
Then they Wept –
'Twas Long – they babbled on –
I looked upon Them with – alarm –
They'd crossed – the Rubicon –
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By Emily Dickinson:

I went to thank Her –
But she Slept –
Her Bed – a funneled Stone –
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot –
That Travellers – had thrown –

Who went to thank Her –
But She Slept –
'Twas Short – to cross the Sea –
To look upon Her like – alive –
But turning back – 'twas slow –
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