| General Fiction posted November 5, 2024 |
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Trump Tower's spooky noght
The Ghost of Kamala
by Peter Jarvis
It was the night before the election at Trump Tower so grand
Nothing was moving, apart from The Donald's tweeting hand
With promises made and a vision so clear
Tomorrow I'll be the victor - have no fear!
The Donald in his silk robe, a sight to behold
Was frantic with tweets, tales of victory to be told
He had retweeted his loyal disciples, spinning the fake news
Thinking of the White House, whatever: he must not lose
Suddenly, he took fright sensing a chill in the air
Then came a spooky spectre, with a ghostly deathly stare
It was Kamala Harris, a phantom from the past
He thought to himself, that scrote will not last
"Do not be afraid my dear Donald" she whispered with a sigh
"The people have spoken, time to say goodbye"
He sneered and chortled "You're just a bad dream"
I will occupy the White House again and reign supreme
With a knowing wink, she evaporated from sight
Leaving Donald to reflect, in the misty spectral light
He shrugged and chuckled "Just a silly old crone"
Into the rubbish truck she will soon be thrown"
So let me now sleep, to gather strength for the big day
When the American people vote and finally have their say
I will win and make America once again great
for the American people have chosen me - the right candidate!
It was the night before election writing prompt entry
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Writing Prompt Rhyming poem with same style as the famous poem. |
The above is not politically motivated just a bit of harmless fun. I am from the UK and like most people take an interest in what is happening over the pond
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