Court Painter, in desperation turned to his studio resident scribe Chatterley Harrumph Acerbic Thunderbuns (ChatGPT) to write something in exaggerated Shakespearean rhyming couplets to match the sentiments of selected sad opinions rendered in the press on November 20/24.
The images were chosen willy nilly from the vast Court Painter archives. Unfortunately no happy pictures could be found in the archive at the time of this posting.
A nation’s honor must not be sold, For “America First” lays a tyrant’s hold.
A deal once gilded, a dream so bright, Now crumbles to dust ‘neath blinded might.
Lo, Trump ascends with chaos unchained, Policies falter, and leaders are stained.
Unity’s beacon must ever shine, For division’s shadow yields ruin’s sign.
Blame is a venom that fouls the air, It blinds the just and breeds despair.
Institutions strong the culture sustain, Their fall would shatter the nation’s vein.
When trust is broken, alliances stray, Should Canada bend or chart its own way?
A climate plan tests wisdom’s creed, The hour is dire; bold actions must lead.
To prepare for doom is prudence’s plea, Neglect begets catastrophe.
A nightmare plays on the stage of might, Where clashing ideals doth darken the light.
A victory hollow, bereft of soul, Without compassion, no leader is whole.
The tides do turn, as power must wane, Trudeau’s bright star begins to wane.
Our waters are sacred, a covenant true, Not sold for gold, nor bartered anew.
Through trials and tears, a nation shall rise, Each struggle a stone ‘neath destiny’s skies.
What of thee, Canada, bold and free? Lost in the haze of complacency.
Ideals adrift, chaos takes sway, Beware the false paths that lead us astray.
When power is tested, truth is revealed, A leader’s resolve must be steeled.
Behold Trudeau, diminished in frame, A shadowed figure in power’s game.
The energy shifts, the balance untamed, Adapt or perish, the challenge proclaimed.
Time’s fleeting grasp must not be ignored, Neglect the ties, and they’ll be no more.
Though tech may twist, ‘tis man must steer, Intent unguarded breeds chaos near.
The stakes are vast, the field is wide, For strategy shapes both time and tide.
