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"That woman" Sarah snarled "has got to go!"
and Avraham's bewildered at the switch.
As he'd been told to do, he'd done just so.
No man alive could satisfy this bitch.
God rolled the eyes he hasn't strictly got
commiserating with his favorite Jew.
"It's pointless talking while her wrath burns hot
for now, just as she says, you'd better do".
One final test before his trial's done
if one so elevated might rise higher.
Please lay your only one beloved son
to elevate on an impromptu pyre.
Each year, we struggle somehow sense to make
of this pericope, that's still opaque.

Messy Divorce

When Rupert Murdoch cedes Trump's cause is lost
Republicans may want to lend an ear.
The scam they've played incurs an awful cost;
as marks catch on, the reckoning draws near.
A party founded by disgruntled Whigs
to fight for Abolition, and Men's Rights
increasingly's been commandeered by pigs
contemptuous of any who're not white.
Those Whigs had dominated in their day
the Oval Office bears their portraits, still.
But with Zach Taylor, their sway passed away.
They'd lost their purchase on the people's will.
Like twice before, Trump's marriage hits the rocks
Melania's on deck; but first, there's Fox.

whip-hand

Melania must know what's going on
to buy security, she married trash.
But now, if she's to cover for her Don,
he's gonna have to cough up big-league cash.
Bank records Giuliani sees he saw
report who paid how much to whom, and when.
To reconcile Trump's actions with the Law,
would take a wizard's legal acumen.
Her pre-nup's primed to renegotiate
for womanizing on her partner's part.
The scandal--if she chose to litigate--
would drive a wooden stake through Trump's tin heart.
Trump's gonna wish he'd stayed where he belonged;
Hell hath no fury like a good wife wronged.

vogelsang

She hums a plaintive folk-song from her cage,
but wordlessly concedes he's in control.
The trophy bride to cushion Trump's old-age
too late discerns the peril to her soul.
Melania's kept fast the deal she struck
and shines like a gazelle among mere sows.
But Donald can't pretend to give a fuck;
what fool would think he'd keep his wedding vows?
Her friends enjoy the caviar, and quiche,
 but all she gets is cheeseburgers, and fries.
Trump's palate isn't even nouveau riche.
And his beer-gut's now presidential-size.
She'll see her Barron comes of age, of course,
but counts the nights until Trump's third divorce.

Penelope

twin Tyndarids betrayed their husband's beds
each one as beautiful as she's unchaste
proud Agamemnon and the troops he led
ill-paid for coming home from Troy in haste
king Menelaus earned immortal fame
the cuckold who set all of Greece to war
the bride who spurned his bed stained red his name
the fool who let a Trojan share his whore
a longer path Odysseus must sail
who wed their cousin upright through and through
two decades sundered, each thick with travail
can't tempt Penelope to be untrue
while others sought acclaim and praise in life
Odysseus' treasure was his wife