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Australian traditional poetry, Donald Trump, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
The Don
His rise in the polls is astounding
The U.S. – could it be rebounding?
He gives not a damn,
And he bows to no man;
He’s all of the ‘experts’ confounding.
Unleash the Hounds!
He’s popular – goodness! It’s stunning.
The entrenched elites, they are running.
From their cozy cartels
Issue sulphurous smells;
For Donald, their servants are gunning.
Not Qualified
The Donald’s campaign was on fire
Till he stumbled and fell in the mire.
He tripped over his mouth
And his votes headed south;
The guy’s not a professional liar.
dnobrienpoetry 
So true. And people over here just don’t know how to deal with a candidate who does not lie and does not grovel to anyone, no matter how powerful.
It’s the same here Sandra.