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In London, the crowds got to swoon At a 20-foot orange balloon Of a baby, quite plump, Looking very like Trump As he often appears – a buffoon. His huge mouth is agape with a scream, Surely spouting a foul-sounding theme And his little hand grasps What inspires some gasps – That’s his phone, with its Twitter-type stream. So the “welcome” the planners conceived And that Londoners thereby achieved Was a slap in the face Bringing Donald disgrace And the chance to see how he’s perceived.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
The Trump Balloon
In London, the crowds got to swoon At a 20-foot orange balloon Of a baby, quite plump, Looking very like Trump As he often appears – a buffoon. His huge mouth is agape with a scream, Surely spouting a foul-sounding theme And his little hand grasps What inspires some gasps – That’s his phone, with its Twitter-type stream. So the “welcome” the planners conceived And that Londoners thereby achieved Was a slap in the face Bringing Donald disgrace And the chance to see how he’s perceived.
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Manhattan
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
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