The leaves are starting to turn and leave many of us writing poems about the seasonal change in coloration and loss of foliage. This work also concerns seasonal colors that lead to a fall:
Trump chews up the wages we earn But money digested can turn! The cash kale he’ll mange Leaves him too orange And builds a great wall of heartburn This thug's tint much like lady bug Won’t last from the green funds he’ll chug Don's mug becomes brown When what he scarfs down Reveals a chameleon-like slug
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