When Donald Went
Donald Trump went on a fact finding mission,
To go to Israel was his determined decision.
In Jerusalem he suffered a heart attack and died,
The style of life he led, a fatal stroke could not be defied.
The undertaker tells the American diplomats accompanying him,
You can have him shipped home for $50.000 in a nice coffin.
Or he could be buried here in the lovely old city of Jerusalem,
For the price of 100 dollars, a bargain to be sure,
The diplomats huddled together, discussed it for a while,
They informed the undertaker he would be buried at home in his own pile.
The undertaker said” The decision is yours, can you explain the logic to me.
The diplomats replied,” Long ago a man here died,
He was buried here that is not to be denied,
Three days later he got up, risen from the dead,
We want to be sure Trump will permanently go home and stay in his last bed.”
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