He thought for a minute, he was taken aback.
This was the mainstream media, a sneak attack.
His mouth fell open, his eyes squinted wide.
He wanted to shuffle off to the basement to hide.
He grew visibly flustered, the words wouldn't come.
He stood for a minute, looking stupid and dumb.
His mouth loaded with spittle, it was ready to fly.
If he could only think of some form of witty reply.
The cameras were filming him fidget and squirm.
His stool loosened up, he was feeling infirm.
The world was watching, he was caught on the spot.
Who set up this ambush in which he was caught.
The nerve of this reporter, sticking the mike in his space
Where was Jill when he needed her to save face.
Lost in his quandary, he couldn't find any words.
He felt his big boy diaper filling with turds.
Noses were wrinkling, people gasping for air.
Like a deenergized dummy, he simply stood there.
He heard Hunter and China, his face turned beet red.
His eyes opened wide, ready to pop from his head.
His anger was mounting, he was losing his cool.
He had to say something, he looked like a fool.
They saw his mind working, the fear in his eyes.
They were expecting to hear more of his lies.
His mouth opened slowly, he shouted one word.
NO! was the enraged answer everyone heard.
He did a quick twostep, turned and shuffled away.
Thinking he'd beat the heat and he'd be okay.
He was ready for pudding, Jill's comforting hand.
A big helping of both and he'd feel just grand.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/30/23