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Once Owned By A Bird

To me whole thing was completely absurd;
Was the weirdest thing I ever had heard;
Final result,
Total insult;
Trump has a brain once owned by a bird.

Jim Horn

Trump Far Out of Reach

When President Trump is far out of reach, 
What we should always do is to impeach; 
To us had occurred, 
Completely absurd; 
As President must come to flying screech.

Jim Horn

Something That I Know

There is something that I do know;
God hangs on to us not letting go;
Hand in hand,
Which is grand,
Regardless of severity of the blow.

Jim Horn

Look at it this way for a second.
I have written almost 4,800 poems. 
When I reach 5,000, my goal, that
will be 100 poems for each State
in the United States. I think that
this is quite a goal to achieve.
What do you think? I have even
been called Master of Limericks.
Sounds like some sort of degree
to me. 



Experience That Had Been Humbling

Trump being President has been humbling;
Experience that  proved to be so troubling;
On us does grow;
A complete dildo;
Became an idiot  mumbling and bumbling.

Jim Horn  

Trump Does Not Belong

Remember when things always went wrong;
Even though with us brought Trump along;
Out of touch,
Very much;
White House is where he DOES NOT belong.

Jim Horn

Evangelical and Angelical

She already did  seem so angelical;
Met and eloped with an Evangelical;
A new distortion,
Of anti-abortion;
Divorced due to knot in her umbilical.

Jim Horn

Appeared To Be Adverse

All we allowed appeared to be adverse,
So God did decide to give us a discurse;
Was a wealth,
Of great health;
Removed sins and us back started to nurse.

Jim Horn

Latitude for All of Your Gratitude

Be sure and allow a lot of latitude,
To make room for all your gratitude;
After my poems have further viewed,
Hope they will settle the family feud;

Out from a whale much water spewed,
Until all of us had been finally rescued;
Please pass salt and try not be rude;
All of my poems away were shooed.

Jim Horn

Limerick and Mimic

I may be master of my limerick;
Many times they tried to mimic;
Did read again; 
Blood ran thin,
Had started making yourself sick.

Jim Horn

Many politicians will have to blame, 
For the way my life soon became; 
Extremely poor; 
Have no more; 
Like mine hope their's is the same.

Jim Horn
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