Trumpets & Trump
Both make sound,
Loud ones...
They yell & sing,
To tunes
That sell...
Jingles repeated,
Eggshells upon
Eggshells.
They touch you
In both ways...
Sing, sing
As the trumpet
Stings...
The golden hairs,
Ruffle in winds...
&little hands poke
Everywhere.
Trump & Trumpet
Both sing
The song that
Stings...
End
Subject: A humorous poetry on Donald Trump.
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