May God bless Donald Trump,
As he lands on his rump,
Brandishing the only weapon he possesses -
The price of gas at the pump.
A vile mass of protoplasm; a quivering lump.
Typically dressed in a suit best characterized as frump.
A dour, disgraceful, and petulant grump.
Calls Immigrants criminals, and all other countries a dump.
If it made him a dollar, he’d let everyone get the mumps!
Better we be governed by the proud Forrest Gump!
May we never again see him out on the stump
and watch his face break into another loud harumph.
For his faculties are failing, it’s not just a slump.
It’s three strikes - you’re out of the game says the ump.
Let’s do what we can to give Kamala a bump.
To help her get over that historical hump.
So on that Sixth day of November
as the results from the polls come up -
we’ll sing and we’ll jump
as we crowd into clumps
mayhaps dance a jig - or even some crump.
As we ride a blue wave to America’s triumph!
Did I get them all???
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God Bless Donald Trump