Poem I wrote this morning:

Poetic justice, natural consequence;
Call it what you will.
Maybe hubris or Icarus
Flying towards the sun.
Some say he got his just desserts,
Which makes me think of Klingons
(Revenge is a dish best served cold)
I suppose he did 'just get served.'
And Golly, it does seem so cold
How we have turned away to gloat.
Oh, call it what you will!
I don't care; All I know is,
The President tested positive for COVID today;
And I don't know what to say.