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a novel poetic form used for trump bashing

There once was a bug named Corona
That Trump had complained was bologna
He ignored the advice
And we paid the price
We’re spending the month Home Alone-a.

Rocky Mountain Mike
 
While we're under attack by a virus
And the President just wants to fire us
We can right all the wrong
Just by singing along
With a song by Billy Ray Cyrus

"You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone"
- Achey Breaky Heart
 
There once was a crime called Obamagate.
The purpose: to stir up some Biden hate.
But asked for specifics,
Trump got kinda cryptic,
'Cause he never can keep his lies very straight.
 
A haiku for the day, called "Berman."

I did not resign.
You cannot trust fake media.
Barr can fuck himself.
 
I'm a sore loser,
Short and Fat,
But i didn't lose, you
Can't tell me that!

Everyone's saying,
'Concede you prat!'
But i would rather
Pretend, you rats!
 
Old Fat Donald had a tweet,
Eee-aye-eee-aye-oh!
And in this tweet he spread falsehoods,
Eee-aye-eee-aye-oh!
With a fraud-lie here, and a fraud-lie there,
Here a lie, there a lie, everywhere a disputed election claim.
Old Fat Donald had a tweet,
Eee-aye-eee-aye-oh!
 
Damn those limerick elves! This one's still being workshopped:

There once was da-DA-da da Trump,
Da-DA-da, da-DA-da da plump,
Da-da Guiliani,
Da-da her punani,
Da-DA-da, da-da, took a dump.
 
Once an associate of Trump,
From donations was getting quite plump,
Dirty Old Man Guiliani,
Groped Trump's neck-punani,
And everyone came out like a chump.
 
Trumpers are spreading a virus
Hoping that it will expire us
From Rudy to Pootey
They're spreading their cooties
They think that disease is desirous
 
Who hides in a bunker down under his House?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!
All full of bluster but scared as a mouse?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!!
Who fights for a job that he won't even do?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!!!
Surrounded by crooks in his grifter crew?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK, FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK,
FUCK FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
CLOWNSTICK!!!!
 
There once was a family, The Trumps
Whose Christmas was down in the dumps.
No one feared their glower,
They were losing their power,
And i really don't give a shit what happened to them the next day.
 
Who hides in a bunker down under his House?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!
All full of bluster but scared as a mouse?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!!
Who fights for a job that he won't even do?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK!!!
Surrounded by crooks in his grifter crew?
FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK, FUCK FACE CLOWN STICK,
FUCK FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
CLOWNSTICK!!!!

:rofl:
 
With apologies to Sandra Boynton)

One fascist losing his job
Tweets two others to start a mob.
Three fascists at the Mall,
Bring four others standing tall.
Five fascists uniquely dressed,
Make six others puff their chests.
Seven fascists bring their flags.
Eight have enough make-up to be in drag.
Nine say, let’s get to work!
And all the fascists go berserk.

All through sedition day, Fascists run amok and play.

Then after the rage-gasm, they did their best
Nine fascists under arrest.
Eight on No-Fly braving the freeway,
Seven doxed by family, no leeway.
Six set forth with faces known,
Five no hurry, their jobs are gone.
Four are sure what they did was right.
Three are dead, a grisly sight.
Two got selfie’s with the mob.
One last fascist, still losing his job.
 
The sun has set a final time,
On Florida Man, and his white house crimes.
Now everybody heads down South,
To pretend a golf course is a house.
No one wants to be their neighbors,
Especially after his treasonous labors,
So North once more they'll likely wend,
To see if New York's still their friend.
Or maybe West, they might just try,
Where nuts with guns are on the rise?
Then East again but not so fast,
They'll try to grab the glory passed.
A phantom he'll finish, "Don't look on my face!
I tell you true! I won that race!"
He'll boldly flinch from critics' sight,
Til somebody turns off the lights.
The moon is high, the sea is deep.
He wails and cries himself to sleep.
Goodnight Trump, goodnight moon,
And good riddance you fucking little buffoon.
 
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