And there was a politician His skin as orange as the California sun A smile that made children want to run Such a man whom all loved to hate With a belly that made you wonder what he ate He wished to “Make America great again” All the while supporting Saddam Hussein He was the true ‘Murican, he could not sin Unlike those immigrants with their coloured skin He was a violent soul to manys’ dislike With a voice that sounded like a motorbike However he would still bellow Of how he was just a common fellow With a loan of a million dollars from his father To start his business, though no one would bother Failure after failure with no success He now tries to add a nation to his mess
A poem about a guy all Americans know of ;) this was an English assinement, my class had to make a modern day canterbury tales about current issues in America, there is a part two!!