Trump Talk : by frank burns
Twas the night before Christmas and all through
the house Trump was chasing a Muslim Mouse. How is he Muslim we wondered out
loud, I asked him said Trump if you really must know. Christie came by but
stopped at the fridge, Rubio and Cruz were stuck at the Bridge. Carson was
outside trying to get in, Trump said don’t worry Ben you will not win. You Rick
Perry Pataki and Paul, are losers you see and Trump will not fall. Trump is a winner and I will win win, but ill
open the door if you wish to join in. Carly is coming and bringing the cake and
I hope I don’t have to look at her face. She is so ugly, the more she gives facts, it is so evident the
knowledge she lacks, but just like poop attracts many flies She fills in the
blanks with a few of her lies.
Bush will be here he is running a bit late,
looking for reasons to stay in the race. Remember my brother he made us all
safe, while he created the Islamic State. Paul has made hardly a sound but he
will not put boots on the ground. Trump and Cruz and Rubio agree that boots on
the ground is the only way. Let’s go to War they all agree except for Rand Paul
with a percent less than three. Carly and Ben and Kasich say yes send in the
troops to crush the ISIS. Tiny voices in back you can hear. Huckabee and Graham
are coming near. You can’t come in Trump yells out loud. Look at the polls he
screams out so proud. Santorum and Walker Pataki Jindal, are all at the bar for
the last call. How can this be? Who is this Trump? We all thought he was a
chump. He beat us down with racist talk and now it is us who away we must walk.
A knock at the door startles them all, Rubio and
Cruz are here after all. Trump makes that face that looks like a pout, then
springs up and begins to shout. He shocks the house with the words from his mouth;
we must keep those two Mexicans out.
