Whistle Blower Who Had Been Slower
While on tree became a grower;
Seemed to be slower and slower,
And a big pain;
Constant strain;
In middle found a whistle blower.
Do remember when on me dawned,
Trump appeared to be far beyond,
We believe;
Pity receive;
All our thoughts he did abscond.
So all of my poems how is this?
And object of them you did miss;
Stuck up far;
Obscure scar;
Thought I had been a big priss.
How ironic had been our intent;
Many ways may mind be bent;
Then in town;
Upside down;
So this stupid poem we sent.
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