Tom Kratman came up with this amusing piece in the comments of Horatius Moons the Left. I have posted it openly with his permission.
It’s definitely worth a chuckle or twenty.
Donaldus Moons the Left
San Fran Nan, up upon the hill,
By the nine judges swore
That border walls and ID’d votes
Would be discussed no more
By the nine judges swore it,
And named a voting day
And sent out deep dark threats and bribes
To Left Coast dens and Northeast hives
To bring impeachment day.
East and west and south and north
The promises flew fast
Along with warnings dire,
If “evil Trump” should last,
No funding help for Democrats
Who do not vote Trump out
When San Fran Nan of blowjob land
Is hunting for his scalp.
Then tweeted bold Donaldus,
The president of late,
“I am the peoples’ choice in this –
To dems an awful fate.
And how can pol serve better,
Than fighting for his cause,
For the welfare of his own good folk
Ahead of foreigners?”
“Come bring it on, O San Fran Nan,
For every vote you get
In the corrupt House now will mean
A half a million more for me
When we run in twenty-twenty.
And speaking of the House, my dear,
You ugly twat who needs botox
Should scrub my floors and darn my socks.
The gavel you hold tight in claw
Already reeks of vaginal
Secretions, yeast, and clap because,
You use it for a dildo.”
Then stood Donaldus boldly,
And turned himself about
Then dropped his drawers and bared his ass
And bent himself while farting fast.
The Democrats began to pass
Out, falling down with gags and gasps
While Donald laughed and tweeted out
“You fucking lot of pansies!”