This fate wasn’t meant to happen
Music blaring, banners flapping
All those thousands shouting, clapping
Shouting, “Trumple, he’s our man!”
Really not what I intended
Nor have I much cash expended
This fiasco should have ended
Ended where it all began
They keep shouting, “He’s our man”
I’m now leader of this party
G O P all hale and hearty
I’m so guru, I’m so smarty
I succeed because I can
I’m so awfully good at winning
Should have known it when beginning
On myself the blame I’m pinning
‘Twas me fooling when I ran
They keep shouting, “He’s our man!”
Now I’m certain I’ll be Prexy
Life might be, well, kind of sexy
But I’ll suffer apoplexy
Living where I’d lose my tan
Hotels have I, mansions have I
Billion dollar life-style have I
From the dinky White House will I
Leave when e’er I can
They keep shouting, “He’s our man!”
5/16/16
