…and it’s about what you’d expect!
Except for the Scottish part. I didn’t think he’d go for the optional Ethnic Heritage Upgrade.
Without clicking the link, I’m going to guess it starts with:
Hickory dickory dock
I never thought of Trump as a Pome type. I’d think he’d prefer the bigger breeds.
I MISSPELLED THAT DELIBERATELY
You know, for the humor effect.
That’s what we in Boston would call “a stinkah”!
You totally overestimated it.
Maybe John Ashcroft could set it to music in time for the festivities.
Oh, you MUST click the link.
For he is DOMHNALL, fruit of the MacLeod Clan;
If he can’t do it, nobody can!
He’s the monarch as far as the eye can see
With his two Russian whores, and drenched with pee.
Huh. I shoulda posted this in Cafe Society and made it a Trump Pome Contest.
From the link in the OP:
Awww, nuts. I knew it was too good to be true.
Oh, well. Let’s have an Inaugural Poem Fest anyway!
There was an old man from Nantucket…
I hope jsgoddess weighs in on this.
OK then, in that spirit, a poem I imagine was penned by Sir Donald for a formal occasion.
Fuck You by Donald Trump
Hickory dickory dock
I won
Fuck you
This doesn’t rhyme
I won
There was a[del]n old[/del] man from Nantucket…
who had Donald’s pee in a bucket…
There was an old man in Trump Tower
With great intellectual power
Whose knowledge was quite antipodean
Sadly, he was a custodian
And wiped up the pee in the shower.
<snipped for fair use>
(from here: Notes from New Sodom: From Scotland With Love)
Let’s build a limerick! I’ll do the first line then…
There once was a man who was orange.
Whose brain was more like a sporange.
He preferred gold to silver
And paté to liver
And was fawningly worshiped by doorhinge.