One if by Sea, Two if by Airport

Listen, my children, and you shall hear

of the president who couldn’t think very clear,

on the fourth of July, twenty-nineteen:

when rain malfunctioned his teleprompter machine

He stood at the mic, telling all in attendance

how the army manned the air

in our War of Independence

Cornwallis of Yorktown was filled with despair,

when he realized the airports were no longer theirs

Washington’s squadron was expertly trained

in weapons of war that refused to be restrained

by the century in which their invention occurred

Defeat was imminent, Cornwallis conferred

“But lose not your faith,” he yelled through the cheers,

“We’ll wait at Fort McHenry, for thirty more years!”

The president told of many brave acts

using, as usual, alternative facts

He ran the ramparts with rambled confusion

as he came to historically-interesting conclusions

Written July 7, 2019. Referencing Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s Ride of Paul Revere.