Farcical

With his arm held closely by his side, President Putin took a ride, On his steed, so big and strong Who thought this man could do no wrong, It is regrettable to say Only a horse could feel this way. Putin is a manipulator, A narcissist and a dictator. Putin was on the run Being President was no longer fun. On a golf course far away, Where Donal Trump and cronies play, Mr Trump thought he played golf the best But was never put to the test, Because the Don was drunk with Power All his fickle friends would cower, They all bowed down to him This situation proved to be grim, He and golfers all gossip a lot, About private matters that they should not. Wouldn't it be fun, Some peace at last for everyone, If Trump was playing on the course, And Putin passed by on his horse Shouting out to his buddy, Donnie, come away with me. As things for Trump were getting hot, And some thought he had lost the plot It looked like a good idea For Trump to run away from here. So without further ado, No goodbye or toodle-oo Putin, with an almighty tug Heaved Trump the big fat lug On to his faithful horse And without a whiff of remorse The two rode away And have never been seen since that glorious day!