#TrumpDrSeuss


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

 

#TrumpDrSeuss

-Shiv

 

Comments

  1. 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…)

  2. intransitive says

    With all apologies to Lewis Carroll:

    Trump’s willing and so slimy droves,
    Claim “conspiracy!” like crying babes.
    His flimsy excuses came in troves,
    As we learned about his rapes.

    “Beware the catcaller, my lass!
    He paws you like you’re prey to catch!
    Beware the Toupeed fraud, and pass
    His furious brier patch!”

    Trump took his torpid, sordid mind,
    Many time the female form he sought.
    They wrested hands from his digits wee,
    And retched at just the thought.

    And, as an oafish rot, he stood,
    The Donald, with lies and fame,
    The media, complicitly would,
    Say nothing as facts came.

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    His sordid mind of bric-a-brac
    His campaign as dead as hair on his head
    And yet keeps coming back.

    “And, has thou slain the Donald?”
    No, No need for such a ploy.
    He has fallen on his sword, hooray,
    We chortled in our joy.

    Trump’s willing and so slimy droves,
    Claim “conspiracy!” like crying babes.
    His flimsy excuses came in troves,
    As we learned about his rapes.