The Love Song of Donald J Trump
A bit late for Valentine’s Day, but anyway …
Come walk with me, I’m feeling randy
And you look sweet as sugar candy.
My hands are small but I can cope,
I’m always partial to a grope.
Your lips are red, my tongue is ready
My pulse rate is a bit unsteady
My heart is pounding, my head is thick
You are a rose, I am a prick.
Whatever moves about the place
I find myself compelled to chase
Human or animal, I’m not fussy
I’ll be the dog, you can be pussy.