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?
Happy Monday!
I feel like I should be throwing rocks at something but all I muster is a bloody limerick
Wicked Donald presides from his perch
Leaves his country alas in the lurch
Muslims, gays, blacks will feel
Twitter wrath, don’t you kneel
But its fine if you gun down a church
Should you like young kids like his pal Ron
Fill your boots cos he says that’s not wrong
and hell grab your wife’s V
cos he likes it you see
and he’ll have Ivanka’s before long
Then his wall he will build and what’s more
Taking health care away from the poor
The right wing he’ll embrace
And he sees no disgrace
giving tax breaks to friends all the more
So fake news will not slow his progress
As America sinks but I guess
the whole world cannot cry
cos we idly stand by
But that’s life, well done us, what a mess
Afterwards 