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| Thursday, December 22, 2016 01:51 PM |
| Poems For Trump - Limerick 2 |
 by Fëanor |
An entry in a series of poems about Donald Trump: #PoemsForTrump. Please feel free to join in! Use the hashtag and post your own limericks, haiku, sonnets, whatever, or even just post links to poems that make you think of Trump. Make the best of a bad situation by making/sharing art, and satirizing a terrible human at the same time.
The limerick form seems to work well for these, as they are short and traditionally filthy and mocking. Enjoy!
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Says the creeper backstage as he spots her:
"Every year they get hotter and hotter!"
When the girl sees him spying
he just stands there crying,
"I swear I thought you were my daughter!" |
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