Song: The Pinings Of Vladimir Poem by Dave SmithWhite

I so want to bonk ya, Ivanka;
You must give this plonker, his due.
I am no war-monger,
But your own Villy Vonka,
I so want to conquer you.
Just like your daddy do!

I so want to bonk ya, Ivanka.
In Queens or in Yonkers, you choose.
When I come to New York,
To give the UN a talk,
A walk in the park is a ruse,
To set up our dark rendezvous.
Take a break from the lootin',
On the make and freebootin',
We oligarchs will walk in your shoes.
You're like us - to you - this is news?

But I still want to bonk ya, Ivanka;
You still honk my horn as a muse.
While my mind's still computin',
With all the gravity of Newton,
My body's rebootin' for you;
It stands up, and it's salutin',
In full carousal, and cahootin',
My body is rootin' for you!

So I still want to bonk ya, Ivanka;
I still want to bonk ya, it's true.
No strong man or stronger,
Should be forced to wait longer;
I still want to conquer you,
Just like your daddy do!