Donald Trump and Election Night

Remember, remember the eighth of November, 

The day America, in the foot, we shot. 

‘Tis the season

For moving to Schweiz in

A 747 if you’re distraught. _____________________________________

Donald Trump, Don, what’s his aim

To be elected President using a confidence game.

Be careful what you wish, you deplorable lot

For you have just elected an orange crackpot.
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When facts no longer matter

Uptown cats get fatter. 

So pour a beverage and raise your glass

To quote Sylvester, “Sufferin’ succotash.”