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 © | Year Posted 2017



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Date: 6/30/2017 3:22:00 AM
Made me lol:-) He sure has a unique way of being President!hugs Jan xx
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