The Trump Chronicles
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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
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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