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The Trump Chronicles

Hickory Dickory Dock
Just two more clicks of the clock
Which way will it go
Still nobody knows
Hickory Dickory Dock

November is starting to stink
Will it be great or will it sink
The Whitehouse smells like swass
It’s still housed by an a$$
November is starting to stink

Did he ever drain that swamp
Or did he just romp and stomp
He rants like a child
His mouth runs wild
Did he ever drain that swamp

I’ve got gas and I’m in need of a dump
I’ll take a Donald and wipe my Trump
Don’t be in a rush
Plunge after you flush
I’ve got gas and I’m in need of a dump

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Jack Horne November 3, 2020 at 12:07 PM LOL, thanks for the chuckles Mark Koplin November 3, 2020 at 1:10 PM I’m glad you enjoyed it

Caren Krutsinger November 3, 2020 at 5:21 AM We are all in need of a dump. Smirk. Smirk. No offense to the word fart. Mark Koplin November 3, 2020 at 6:45 AM lol, Thanks Caren for stopping by

Tom Cunningham November 2, 2020 at 1:16 PM The world needs some good news so fingers crossed. Tom. Mark Koplin November 2, 2020 at 1:59 PM Indeed, two more days and we find out which hot mess we have for president

Jan Allison November 2, 2020 at 9:08 AM omg hilariarse!:-) hugs Jan xx Mark Koplin November 2, 2020 at 9:12 AM Lol, I thought you might like this one