Watching the news channels always depresses me. Recent events moved me to verse (or worse), and I jotted down the following lines for Mr Trump and Mr Kim, who have been threatening each other with instant obliteration:

Rash men make bombs,
We like to curse ’em,
But time will come
When they must burst ’em.
You’ve made your cake, sirs –
Now you must eat it,
The grave is dug –
And you’re standing in it![Ruskin Bond].