Trump bet all his chips on Hillary's unreliable untrustability,
But his cards were trumped by his undeniable disgustabiity.
With his rash bursts of venom, he's his own worst enemy.
As the end grows nearer, it couldn't be clearer;
He's just about out of it. Have no doubt of it!
The woeful follies of mice and men
Redound upon them time and again.
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| Writing Prompt |
WrIte a seven-line, prophetic (predicting something to occur) rhyming poem, ending with a philosophical moral in a couplet.
No vulgarity or violence.
No personal content (about yourself, family, friends, etc.)
No illustration or sound.
Use basic editor only. |
Author Notes
redound upon - revisit inconveniently; descend upon
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