This from Lorna Wallace’s winning entry to a Burn’s night poetry competition held in New Zealand entitled: ‘A Scot’s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite walloper)‘. A coruscating critique of Donald Trump in which his demeanour is described thus:
Poutin’, glaikit through this farce,
His mooth wis pursed up like an arse,
His Tangoed coupon glowin’ like
A skelped backside.
The entire poem can be heard or read here.
