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.
© shadow 2020
Views: 1218
Ha! He’s such an easy target but what the hell this gave me a laugh. Cheers Albert 🙂
Yeah, can’t miss can you? Thanks
Ha, ha cheered me up no end! Loved it.
Thanks, glad you liked it
This made me smile! I love it when people mention his tiny hands, especially as its something he clearly hates. Nice read!
Poor man, we shouldn’t mock – ah hell, why not?
OMG! Shadow.. This is hilariously cool.. I wish poor Prufock could read this!!
High praise – but more McGonagall than Eliot I think.