At the Inaugural Ball
Trump asked, ‘Ms. Harris, How ‘bout the next dance?’
Ms. Harris agreed, as if in a trance
Her feet were so light
Trump swung her way right ~
And then she begged him to live in the Manse!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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