A Man Named Trump
There once was a man
named Trump; his
country needing a
royal bump; so, as age can
refine, like vintage and wine –
(seeing liberties decline)
thought to take-on
the thankless task
of pulling a nation
from a Donkey's Dump –
After winning public office –
while taking note of peer-heads
comfortable in the rear
'neath the Donkey’s fowl orifice –
with many spineless others bailing
while our Precious Republic,
if not failing, definitely ailing! –
a chunk of freedom hitting him
on the head
Despite a slight flutter, and perhaps
a small stutter, he began the perilous
task of restoring – beloved lady in his
harbor needing shoring – as a matador
fearless of goring he led
rolling aside
stepping over
the prostrate bodies
of cowards….
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