I’ve always wondered, dear President Obama,
what you’d look like in your pajamas.
Do you wake in the morning on any given Sunday
and think to yourself: I’m not getting out of my PJs?
When you’re on the phone, do you doodle on your desk
or is that perhaps a little bit too Clintonesque?
Do you take out the trash and mow the grass
walk the dog and drive your girls to class?
When you leave the seat up does Mrs Obama get mad at you
like when you once again misplace the lid of the toothpaste tube?
Can you scare off the boys and catch creepy crawlies
can you boil an egg and soothe crying babies?
Well, President Obama, I think you can,
because after all, you are the man!
But don’t worry, I will respect your privacy this time,
as I so wish my government would mine.
© Maggie Elizabeth, 2012
Bliss 