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Donald Trump

Trump moaned 'bout the curse of hard liquors Was greeted by just childish snickers Whilst spouting his lies Left open his flies And flashed the 'Fake News' his pink knickers - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 15 September 2017 (9-9-5-5-9 checked with howmanysyllables.com)

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Date: 9/22/2017 1:55:00 PM
Tehehehe - what a very clever, funny Limerick. I thoroughly enjoyed the read! Excellent wit! Have a great weekend, my friend! Hugs. Pandita
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John Michaels
Date: 9/23/2017 4:15:00 AM
Thanks so much, Pandita. Am pleased you enjoyed it. All the best, John.
Date: 9/17/2017 5:50:00 PM
Pink knickers is a real fun ending for this one. Well done, JOhn! Pink and they STINK
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Date: 9/22/2017 6:51:00 AM
Thanks, Andrea... another N/A unfortunately, but a few people seem to have enjoyed it!! All the best. Regards, John.
Date: 9/16/2017 2:06:00 AM
This is quite clever John. He makes himself look foolish most every day. Thanks for the laugh! : )
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John Michaels
Date: 9/16/2017 8:10:00 AM
Thanks, Connie... am pleased it gave you a chuckle! Regards, John.
Date: 9/15/2017 8:38:00 AM
Ha ha ha you out trumped yourself with your humour here John. Oh I do love writing about this man as to the brits a trump is another name for a fact and of course it rhymes with dump lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 9/15/2017 9:08:00 AM
Thanks for your comments, Jan! In case you weren't aware, I am a Brit... and I know just what you mean - it's so fitting! Heard that the University of York is working on trying to bring back some archaic words into modern usage - one of which is "betrump" which means "to deceive, cheat". Perfect!! May have to try squeezing that into a poem, somewhere! :) All the best, John!

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