Just a few thoughts on everyone’s favourite tangerine molester.
A fellow called Donald, well travelled
Took to twitter as shit it unravelled
Makes no sense, spewing rage
His brains gone, it’s his age
Leaves us wondering, sad and quite baffled
Shall we have another?
There once was a Potus, Don T
Who its rumoured has showered in pee
Let it run down his back
Twixt his legs, through his crack
Hence the tone of his skin don’t you see?