I'm calling this
'Trumps Tall Tale'
A fellow called Trump with stories tall
Once promised some people he would build a wall
To keep Americans in and Mexicans out
He grew a base and they were without doubt...
That this golden haired dotard would not lie
The wall would be yuge and incredibly high
With a beautiful door that made little sense...
And as time passed, the wall was reduced to a fence
More months passed by and as bills would not pass
The plans for the wall were turned to glass
As it became clear that Mexico would not pay
The dream of the wall slowly faded away
The base did not care - (they were in too deep)
That the fellow made promises he could never keep
They knew much of what he said was absurd
No matter how silly, they believed every word.
But Trump was unfazed and free from guilt
about the beautiful wall that would never get built.
Hmm, I might write another one.