While you're romanticizing the setting sun,
And conjugating all the figures of speech
Such a metaphorical red orb produces,
Allow your eyes to wander over
To the duck,
Waddling westward.
Observe his tail feathers.
Notice how preened and coiffed they are,
With a tinge of midas gold.
See how the breeze gently whips
The wispy wafting plumes,
Swaying right to left,
Exposing its avian chute.
Look,
All you who gaze upon the re-minted
***El Presidente,
Donaldo, Don Come Mierda***,
Who does indeed have the uncanny resemblance of
The East End of a Duck Walking West.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
While you're romanticizing the setting sun,
And conjugating all the figures of speech
Such a metaphorical red orb produces,
Allow your eyes to wander over
To the duck,
Waddling westward.
Observe his tail feathers.
Notice how preened and coiffed they are,
With a tinge of midas gold.
See how the breeze gently whips
The wispy wafting plumes,
Swaying right to left,
Exposing its avian chute.
Look,
All you who gaze upon the re-minted
***El Presidente,
Donaldo, Don Come Mierda***,
Who does indeed have the uncanny resemblance of
The East End of a Duck Walking West.
Duck off Donald.
Apologies to my realistic Republican readers.
