President Trump
He had a dream one night that gave him such a fright
he was a Mexican laboring in a field that could not yield
sun beat hot, parched and hungry, he did not like his lot
he tossed and turned to no avail as worry began to assail
he awoke, to a steady drum in his heart rat tat tat !
Rolling out of bed he noticed that his sky was solid gray
instead of black shoes he owned a ratty pair of blues
suddenly a big wall message came to him as blessage
"feed the poor " said a voice he got the message
as he woke to a steady drum in his heart , ta ta tum
Vehicles: US$101.7 billion (24.8% of total exports)
Electrical machinery, equipment: $81.6 billion (19.9%)
Machinery including computers: $65.9 billion (16.1%)
"These are exports from my brethren kin, a precious peso
I'll invite them to my house, yes I will send them a text / reso
suddenly the Mexican sun began to shine and he felt fine
he realized that building a wall would be out of line
he awoke to the sound of rain as it fell through the drain,
with a tiny voice in his head, "Me a Mexican? thats insane!"
Feb, 6, 2019
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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