Trump Air Ways Race

Trump Air Ways Race Trump flies over the metropolis as number one In a strange helicopter blimp like machine Racing for no other reason than he is Trump Red tie, black tux, white shirt shinning He is the pilot without a care Steps outside in the air up there The plan is to reach his single prop plane in tow Via a short rope holding both crafts together don't you know Black dress shoes don't seem very safe as he proceeds His hair guides him like a slick red sail surfing the air Someone show him the poles! No!… Not those Give him a long light plastic one for balance on the rope And no Polish jokes He reaches the plane door but starts to fall Hands flapping as people clap Large crowds gather and hold their collective breaths Turn purple in the process Who will win the race in the sky I don't know but my money is on Trump Don't ask me why According to him he is still number one We pray that the media remembers to exhale They are smarter than your average snails 24 hour coverage is required To see if the Areal Houdini expires