Old Man Trump
Was a really grouchy grump
Who would sit upon his rump
Like a couch-potato chump
Like a Groper poised to jump
Anything that he could hump
With a tiny little stump
He would huff and puff and pump
Till he found the City Dump
And became another lump
To be flushed straight down the sump
With a thumpety-thumpety thump
(One may NEVER dump a Trump
With a bumpety-bumpety bump)!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2017
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