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.
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.