Vlad all over

Earl Fowler

Plane crashes, poisonings, defenestrations,

mines, drones and missiles, invasions of nations,

brown paper packages tied up with strings,

these are a few of Vlad’s favourite things.

When the dog bites

When the bee stings

When he’s feeling sad

He simply remembers his favourite things.

Impaling foes goes Vlad.

Girls in white veils and veiled trip wires to step on,

snowflakes that melt on his nuclear weapons,

MiG-29s and vast bombers with wings,

Vlad has some notions for just ending things.

Evil genius

with a penis

that’s an inch too short.

He simply unleashes a clownish consort,

rasputin-ing Trump for sport.