More Moving Trump Limericks
Stock Market seemed have a big boom,
While idiots like Trump began to bloom;
At him we looked;
Scheme up cooked;
Was bothered by bowels in bathroom.
Trump others he did seem to stigmatize;
Bowel level results were above his eyes;
Flies had flown,
In Trump drone;
Some still sits on floor and never dries.
Of mercy, Trump never found the angel;
Know of some who him want to strangle;
Not so smart;
Lost the art;
Dead was big deal he wanted to wangle.
On Trump forhead sweat started to beed;
With bad bunch of deplorables does breed;
His woulds and coulds,
Came up with goods;
For things to grow he planted wrong seed.
Jim Horn
After hearing more MSNBC today.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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