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Midnight Rambler

 

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Striding with the men

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Like a giant hen

Weird on the trail, feared on the stump

Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Donald Trump

 

He called up TV viewers

Though his skin was tangerine

And vowed to help the people who were white

He handled all the women

In a way they thought obscene

And still found plenty of time for shite:

 

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Striding with the men

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Like a giant hen

Weird on the trail, feared on the stump

Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Donald Trump

 

He came to New York City

With his quiff inside a cap

A bruiser looking round him for a fight

His speech was always rambling

Full of contradictive crap

Usually he didn’t sound too bright

 

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Striding with the men

Donald Trump, Donald Trump

Like a giant hen

Weird on the trail, feared on the stump

Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Donald Trump

 

 

 

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/donald-trumps-election-victory-speech-9224206

Midnight Rambler

It happened. Bigly. So sad, it was so sad. My people, tremendous people, unbelievable people, blah blah blah.

with apologies to Robin Hood


9 November 2016

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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