Deep Within My Bones
It was nice and sunny
And the winds were calm
I sipped on an iced tea
With lemony balm
I did not have crumpets
Nor did I eat scones
I just did not feel it
Deep within my bones
You see I'm not English
I'm a bloody Yank
Who's biggest fear is that
Our markets will tank
Thank God I'm retired
I really don't care
Donul Dump's a liar
With ugly blonde hair
I don't care much for him
He lies through his teeth
Will our country become
A wasteland or heath
Can we make it four years
Under Donul's reign
As far as I'm concerned
He'll always be vain
I may be moving South
If things go to pot
You'll not be reading much
From this polka dot
. 11/10/2016
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