I do not like this howling man
I do not like his fake orange tan
I do not think his facts are straight
I do not think his speech is great
Angry, shouting, screeching too
I think I’m tired of his flinging poo
I think he’s empty in his head
I think he’s creepy in his bed
I don’t get it, how he stands
Roaring, waving, with tiny hands
I think he’s spoken, far too long
About the content of his schlong
-Shiv
blf says
Is that a monster I see
Over there across the sea
Or a thug
Who only goes “Ugh!”
A prat
A rat
The modern republican
Meltdown a minute, he can
Great fraud is global warming
Sayeth the failing
Solution is nukes
All them useless flooks
(I can’t do poetry…)
intransitive says
With all apologies to Lewis Carroll: