Fun with limericks
To the editor:
There once was a fellow named Trump
He decided to go on the stump
By his wits he’s protected
Opponents n’er expected
He’d win with such a re-sounding thump
So his time in office began
On day one the lies hit the fan
They wanted him out
But had no one to tout
So they sought to impeach this man
They made up more lies as they went
Took time from their jobs as they spent
A 3 year hunt for a crime
But it’s a big waste of time
With hatred their efforts were rent
So another campaign cranked up
His detractors were full from their sup
Of lies and deceit
To their halls they retreat
To find more dirt to put in their cup
But alas, no dirt could they find
So they pondered and troubled their minds
Who’ll it be next four years
And in spite of their tears
Again Donald Trump comes to mind
Why do they not want him here
The economy is something to cheer
Do they fear him that much
That they overtly make such
False stories to mask what they fear
That they can’t get a boost for their party
No matter how many new smarties
They bring to the fray
The next 300 days
The next win will be just as hearty
The river’s uphill you can’t swim it
A large battle, surely he’ll win it
Help Trump drain the swamp
And politically tromp
Those who should-be sub-ject-to-term-limits
John Norton
St. James City