Trump With a Moth

Trump With A Moth I really wonder how Trump would feel If someone said he had no eye appeal Are no cute realtors on his quasi-staff If they were would roll over and laugh. On his beauty wants no one to tread So does like to lay under a sun bed To add more color to his white skin My hopes to him I will never pin. Trump again is not going to rehearsal Own ideas does prefers their dispersal He flew off handle eating some broth When his mouth met up with a moth James Slip of the Tongue Thesarious Horn Retired Veteran and Preferred Poet