'' They're Dangerous This Pair Of Nutters '' Poem by Bri Mar

My weapons are bigger,
But I'll pull the trigger,
Trump says, it's going to get hot,
I'll do it with vigour,
That makes Kim snigger,
His reply is, oh no you'll not.

Oh yes, I will,
It's you I will kill,
Kim says we'll see about that,
By using my skill,
It's fear I'll instil,
It's death if you harm my cat.

You've got one on your head,
It has to be said,
Mr T says I'll put you all down,
You are easily led,
Just let it shed,
This comment brings on a frown.

Where are the codes,
Which ones, there are loads,
For destruction both have a thirst,
They are antipodes,
Who drive the same roads,
Which one will get to them first.

Suddenly Mum appears,
Both are in tears,
It's bedtime both Mothers say,
As Donald disappears,
Kim's dark mist clears,
Why do mums always get their own way.

Are we really so dense?
That we sit on the fence,
While listening to threats each one utters,
Let battle commence?
At our expense?

‘' They're Dangerous Are This Pair Of Nutters ‘'