Welcome to limerick 9 of 11 in eleven days. Today, we have a double dose of fun. I will be adding pictures of the Labor Day demonstration to the next entry. People made posters covering several different grievences.
We think the Don’s sort of brain dead Trump morphs in his coffin-like bed We wish he had heart But he lacks that part Just like Mister Potato Head No vaccine for that which we dread? Venereal ill he will spread He loves a big stick But without a dick He is Mister Potato Head
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