The Trumpan™ Women [A Tragedy with Haiku]

Chorus: Like smoke blown to heaven on the wings of the wind, our country, our conquered country, perishes. Its palaces are overrun by the fierce flames and the murderous spear.
--- Euripides  The Trojan Women

Orange has almost no perfect rhymes. The only word in the 20-volume historical Oxford English Dictionary that rhymes with orange is sporange, a very rare alternative form of sporangium (a botanical term for a part of a fern or similar plant). 

Trumpan™ Chorus:
          
To everything there is a season                                                  
and there must surely be a reason
​ nothing rhymes with orange — except sporange.


Melania™:   
What was I thinking?
I could have married the fat
Brazilian playboy.


Ivanka™:       
My shoes slip on and
off as easily as my
new religious faith.


Tiffany™:    
I am Trump Bunch Jan --
lost in Ivanka’s shadow.
I hate her. A lot.


Trumpan™ Chorus:       

With acid-angry pock-marked skin
nothing looks good — not even the fruit
in color ideal for a prison jumpsuit.


Melania™:
I gave up more than
I thought when I married him.
Missing my tear ducts.


Ivanka™:    
You can wear my shoes
everywhere and anytime!
Unless you’re Muslim.


Tiffany™:    
In every pic
I’m always off to one side.
Like literally.


Trumpan™ Chorus:             

He’s just like that kid in fifth grade
who everybody was afraid
 would grow up to be an arsonist-serial-killer.


Melania™:    
I had the cheekbones.
He had the money. But now
all I want is out.


Ivanka™:      
My new line reflects
the American rainbow!
P.S. That means “white.”


Tiffany™:     
Alec Baldwin will play you
in the film made from my book.
Happy Father’s Day!


Trumpan™ Chorus:        
There must surely be a reason
 if for everything there is a season
 nothing rhymes with orange — except sporange.

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