THE TRUMPET SOUNDS
THE TRUMPET SOUNDS
A tall person with a large following
For electoral success, the least worst
Yet recently in court, was wallowing
Some do believe he could be cursed
World famous for a deep artificial tan
With red necktie at least a yard long
And often tried to prove he’s a man
Those with doubts may not be wrong
A New York office and Florida home
The former appears covered in gold
The latter with stored files to comb
A white toothed smile, but is still old
Hey say that pride comes before a fall
But does influence always buy the vote
And we know he wants to build a wall
A second time round, just make a note
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