Greatness

The Donald’s New Clothes

The little baby bully
Got him some swank new clothes
Paraded round the promenade
With his proud princely nose

Everyone everywhere
Cheered his regal royal mane
No one knew this comb-over
Was actually insane

Fierce was his demeanor
His jowls flapped in the wind
He said that only he could make
America great again

A slogan stitched on a cap
A promise he can’t keep
The seeds he now does sow
Bring the harvest we all reap

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