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Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #2207687
Crazy Dem Elves, Hillary the Christmas Troll, nothing can stopTrumpy Claus!

Twas the night before 2020 and all through the house
the DEMS were shitpot stirring, even Nadler the louse.
The DEM jury was hung, but they just didn't care,
In hopes the Benghazi Butcher would soon be there.

God's children were snuggled all snug in their beds
While Hillary dreamed of removing Deplorable heads.
And Omar in her kerchief, and ANTIFA busting caps,
While DEM Congress lawmakers were busy taking naps

DEM hearings looked like Spoofs of the Mad Hatter,
Praising Climate Change Hoaxes, things that don't matter.
Away to her (liquor) cabinet, Pelosi flew like a flash,
While her dentures were slipping and she spoke out her ass

That loon called Joe Biden's son was covered with "snow"
As He mustered speeches about hairy legs don'tcha know
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but an elf named Buttigieg who looked pretty queer.

These old-school Dem liars, with tempers so quick,
I knew in a moment these folks were pretty sick
More rapid than eagles, their lies they came,
Mounting the Impeachment Dead Horse without shame:

Now Omar! Now Tlaib!
Now, Kamala you Vixen!
On AOC!, yes you, C'mon Stupid!
On, Don Lemon and Wolf Blitzer!

To the top of the Courts,
Where we'll topple Trumps Wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!

As dry leaves those false claims before Trump's 2020 hurricane win will fly,
where the DEMS will meet with an obstacle,
break down and cry,

In support of Trump's White House-
those Trumpers they flew,
with hearts full of love, and votes for TRUMP too.

And then, without thinking came the words from a goof
AOC was prancing and hee-hawing,
mouth full of bucked tooth.

As I threw back my head laughing and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Trump came with a bound.

He was dressed all in HOPE, from his head to his foot,
While DEMS were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
Tho a bundle of lies they had flung on his back,
he still looked like a Smiling All Star Quarterback

His eyes--how they twinkled! His Tweets, how merry!
His Tweets were like roses, each one like a cherry!
His sage little mouth shot truthful quips like a bow,
He knew for all their accusation they'd nothing to show

Then a stumpy old hag ,who smelled of rotten beef,
Satan's smoke encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a broad face and a huge round belly,
that shook when she laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

She was not chubby or even plump, that nasty troll-elf.
and Trump laughed when he saw he saw her, in spite of himself.
A wink of Trump's eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He oft spoke the WORD, and went straight to his work,
and filled all the markets with real jobs , not like those jerks
Who were thieving and too busy all picking their nose,
Trump gave a smile and giving a nod, up in the polls he arose.

Trump sprang to Social Media, where we gave cheers and a whistle.
And away they Dem crybabies blew away, no one cared a plug nickel.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and thanks for making things right"

written by Kim Marie Freeman.
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