Satire Poetry posted December 17, 2016


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A reworded song.

Mr. Trump (tune of Mr. Grinch)

by Rasmine





You're a rich one, Mr. Trump
You really are an ass
You're as loved as poison ivy, you're as sweet as a pickle, Mr. Trump
You're a hot dog, rotting in the grass!

Your words smell of garbage, Mr. Trump,
Your feelings have no berth
Your head is full of monsters, you have arsenic in your blood, Mr. Trump
I wouldn't vote for you if you were the last person on Earth!

You're a disgrace, Mr. Trump
You have leeches in your lake
You have the gentle sneakiness of a slippery garter snake, Mr. Trump,
If I had a choice, I'd definitely take the sneaky, slippery, garter snake!

You're a snotty, Mr. Trump
You are a woman hater
Your compassion's a deadened potato with two-inch spuds, Mr. Trump
You are an inchworm salad and a rotten egg beater
Mr. Trump

Your lies sicken me, Mr. Trump
With a green vomit sauce!
You may be a mafia hitman while riding a skeleton horse, Mr. Trump
Your blood is full of rotting doggy tails and decomposing snails
A whole arsenal of rotting, smelling, toss!

You're a disgrace, Mr. Trump
You have fallen from grace,
Your heart is black like the night, your eyes are full of lies, Mr. Trump
You really scare the bejesus out of me and my friends; we have to face
you "lie, lying, lied!"










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This is a rewrite to Mr. Grinch, which is below:

The Grinch Theme Song
"Mr. Grinch"
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
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