Bidens Ice Cream Treat
He walks the halls with illusions
then Hunter makes a blunder,
then sniffs a neck in wonder,
which flavor ice cream to conjure,
as a ventriloquist strings him along,
lost and uncertain where he belongs.
Left or right he walks the halls,
up or down, he is lead all around.
all know he is too old and has to be retold,
With trains stopping and wars rocking,
Green is a scheme and all are flocking
To fill their pockets with gold.
Contest: the Biden’s
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date Created 11/21/2022
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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