Sean Spicer sold his soul
To the devil with orange hair
To buy himself a seat
In the press secretary's chair
He settled into place
Totally unaware
That sooner rather than later
He'll be out of there
DUMP TRUMP!
Showing posts with label Spicer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spicer. Show all posts
Friday, March 31, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
The Wall
Conway, Spicer, Ivanka, Flynn--
What a pickle they are in
So who will be the next to fall
Off President Humpty Dumpty's wall?
What a pickle they are in
So who will be the next to fall
Off President Humpty Dumpty's wall?
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Conway,
Flynn,
Humpty Dumpty,
Ivanka,
poetry,
politics,
rhyme time,
Spicer
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