A Poem to the Chairman

Dear Chairman,

Again this year I am
sailing the seas.
Your offer of plane fare
put me into a squeeze.

If I really want
to be with you,
the offer of air fare
is something I might do.

Then I saw the catch
as plain as could be,
no offers of free air
from Venice, Italty to DC.

Since I won’t be there
I have a suggestion to make:
There is a space on
Mount Rushmore you can take.

Alas, I can see
we have something to fear
with your face so perfect
they won’t let you near.

But first as I see it
something the corporation must do,
chip in some cash
for a nose job for you.

Your nose it seems
is much too small
to join all those faces
on the monument wall.

My vote for a new nose,
I pass on the way,
and I will donate leftover Euros
to wish you a Happy Birthday.

Love,
Marion