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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Limericks with an Edge

 Limericks with an Edge

There now is a man named Trump

Who sent us into a slump

He killed off a bunch

While eating his lunch

And slapping his whore on the rump

King Trump rules nobodies with glee.

"There's nobody else," says he.

I'm the somebody you love,

I came down from above,

When God gave the apple to thee.

Washington is all atwitter,

As Trump sits on the white shitter

"I'm better than all,

I never will fall,

All my losers will vote for this quitter."

"Trump DEATH" is what they should call it.

This virus hits hard in the wallet.

The Senate won't budge,

They hold a huge grudge,

As voters to graves do crawl it.

Barry G. Wick

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