Election candidate Donald Trump
Was giving certain people the hump
They made it quite clear
When shot in the ear
To go take a running jump.
But his rival sleepy Joe
Was taking things far too slow
With his mind on the blink
He just couldn't think
It was time to pack up and go.
Now Donald feels he's home and dry
As he bids sleepy Joe goodbye
But waiting in the wings
Are far stranger things
For Kamala is ready to fly.
Here's a toast to your good health
and to multiply your wealth
May God's blessings overwhelm you with delight
Tell your worries and your debts
and those lingering regrets
to go take a running jump and fly a kite
May your joys outweigh your tears
all throughout the coming years
too much dreariness is such a bloody farce
May the things you're seeking after
fill your days and nights with laughter
and prosperity come bite you in the ar$e
May your friends be true and blue
and be always there for you
Let there be so many that you cannot count
May you age with style and grace
with no wrinkles on your face
like you've just been drinking from that youthful fount
May you find yourself a' falling
when your true love comes a' calling
and your lives together be a dream come true
So, you'll need a bigger bed
for the night that you are wed
safely snuggled with your true love next to you
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