Miracle Trump
November, 8th is a witness of a mystery
A common man emerged from nowhere
Into the boxing ring he dashed
Without gloves, without experience
The world laughed, booed and cooed
But the miracle Trump clenched his fist
Forward he poked his head for a fight
The fight began and the world mocked
Veteran fighters, comrades watched in disbelief
Enemies carried banners for censorship
Members of his club described him a joker
But the miracle Trump pushed on smiling
The first round he delivered a knockout blow
As the opponent prepared sausages for victory feast
The joker became a hero, a name in every household
And left the world rolling heads in joyful confusion
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