Fetched From Afar
Fetched From Afar
Found out Trump was fetched from afar
And you should see each battle scar
Was when we knew we were a goner
Him as President in position of honor.
To my head had wanted to take a gun
When I saw him flying on Air Force One
With small hands he had and webbed feet
He was made to always sit on a toilet seat.
Trump from his brain tried to take a load
Ended up flushing it down the commode
When they find out he was a womanizer
Tried to remove desire with a sterilizer.
After we finished hearing the flushing sound
Air Force One finally landed on the ground
When it did many of us were one of those
Hoping each bit of him did badly decompose.
Jim Horn
Oh, come on and laugh a little.
It will do you a lot of good.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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