I went to a White House affair,
and Trump and the clowns were there.
The old buffoon, the tweeting tycoon,
was combing his Clairol hair.
The V.P. he got drunk,
and tripped on the elephant’s junk.
The elephant squeezed and cut the big cheese,
and stunk the whole place with deplorable funk,
the funk, the funk, the funk.
If the Congressmen take the dare,
the Senate can end the affair,
impeach the goon, the libs will swoon,
for Pence doesn’t bleach his hair.
The country is almost sunk,
the elephant had to flunk,
The elephant wheezed, excuse me please,
it was not me it’s was Trump that stunk,
that stunk, that stunk, that stunk.
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