𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
The Donald and ol’ Sleepy Joe,
They battle it out toe to toe.
The Don screams: “You sook!”
Then throws a right hook.
Joe blocks it, then lands a low blow!
Poor Donald’s been punched down below.
Moves in for the kill, Sleepy Joe —
Left hook — Donald ducks.
Ol’ Joe exclaims: “Shucks!”
As into the ring comes his hoe.
She laughs as she takes off her pearls,
Then a ripping right Harris hurls —
It’s wild and it’s wide! Whoa!
It flattens her mate Joe!
Trump says: “Sadly, I don’t fight girls.”
— D.N. O’Brien