Mother of a Donald Trump
Well I'll Be a Mother of Donald Trump
Worst face ever met
And starts to get better yet
Did with deep regret.
Ugly sure was word
Reference to her had heard
Dumb as dodo bird.
God her son's consent
So could run for President
No money was spent.
Was a barroom smash
Have President who talks trash
Who likes Calabash.
So bye bye for now
Will have to get by somehow
Her under did plow.
Bruised with a big bump
When Democrats want to dump
Should try Donald Trump.
Tried to work out kink
Donald Trump was name of drink
Dumped down kitchen sink.
Death felt when she kissed
What was once we should have missed
Moment it was brisk.
After a brief moment they should
have brisk him away I always say.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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