When Brigitte Macron Grows Up to be a Man

Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library 
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.

Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.

My buddies and me 
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.

We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.

She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.

I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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