Creative spark

In Competition No. 3041, to mark the centenary of the birth of Muriel Spark, you were invited to submit a poem with the title ‘The Ballad of [insert place name here].
 
I admired Paul Carpenter’s nod to Ken Dodd (‘The Ballad of Knotty Ash’) and David Silverman’s caustic, comic ‘Ballad of Westgate Shopping Centre’, but the prizes go to those printed below, who take £25 each.

The Ballad of Mar-a-Lago

In the gold of the Florida sunshine,
Where gunplay enlivens the air,
The rich pay to hang with the richer
At the President’s opulent lair.
 
With its beach-blanket, surfer-dude moniker
And its six-figure membership fees,
This joint is the acme of classy,
Like those White House Seals marking the tees.
 
This enclave is stately like Vegas,
With the gilt of imperial Rome.
The Golfer-in-Chief has decreed it
His own customised pleasure dome.
 
He meets here with all the top leaders.
He shows them his bombs and his cake.
Someone’s sure to be turning a profit
On the fabulous deals they all make.