*******
There once was a man named Trump
Whose hair looked like a clump
A little bit plump
Never caught looking like a frump
He lived in a home that was no dump
It didn’t even need a sump pump
For some he was a pain in the ****
Yet you would never call him a schlump
Some thought he was a grump
Others said he was no chump
He did like to make people jump
Causing people’s throat to have a lump
Rules didn’t apply to him, no need for an ump
Even when his business was in a slump
Like most he did have the odd bump
For everyone runs into a slump
While there were those that did want him to flump
So along the way he could see a thump
Still others did relay you were a mump
I say so long old friend, Mr. T. Trump
Trump (Ted) 1925-2005
Andreas Simic©
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
places, events and incidents are either the products of
the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or
actual events is purely coincidental.