Limericks, Trumped Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems

There is no doubt that some will not like the content of this little chain of Limericks, but the guy made his own bed. --- My OK-ie Mother always said, "If you can't be a good loser, then you don't deserve to win.

This billionaire doesn't seem too smart,

He's acting all spoiled, like a childish old fart.

Selling dreams to the masses

From rally-like classes,

All the while he is lacking a heart.


He lies to his fans and they love it.

His lies and untruths, they covet.

He's gotten deep in their head

And like Barnum once said,

Fools are born every minute.


He could accepted defeat like a man

While boasting his policies and plan.

His Legacy would have been strong

And as time went along

He'd be remembered as no flash in the pan.


But no, the Brat lashed out!

Now I can see what he's really about,

He's like Dorthy's little Lion,

Always ah cry-in

And taking the coward's way out.


So he hides in the White House bed

Tweeting the lies in his head.

With no regard for the masses

And a nation in crisis,

Now people are wounded and dead.



JE Falcon


Submitted: November 21, 2020

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