Out Door and Not Around Anymore

Had kicked Trump of out the door; We will not see around anymore; With him could not make a truce; Was always making an excuse. His head was pointed like a pin; Will lie and sin again and again; Should see him in golden shower; Was result of his poor will power. More and more pardons did grant; Like a dog he had loved to pant; Found him with a female flipper, While pulling down her zipper. Knew he would be a lost cause; Had puckered lips with small paws; No matter what with are confiding; He has been on way to Mira Lago. While driving in a his wild Winebago. Jim Horn