Excerpt From "The Trump that got Thunk"
With all her might, her eyes shut tight,
She cried, “Thunk-thunk some more!”
Then, BLUNK! Her Thinker-Upper thumped
A double klunker-klump.
My sister’s eyes flew open
And she saw she’d thunked a Trump!
He was tanish.
And he sort of had bad breath.
“Good gracious!” gasped my sister.
“I have thunked up quite a meth!”
She turned on her UN-Thinker,
Tried to think the Trump away.
But she found that her UN-Thinker
Didn’t seem to work that day.
The Trump just smiled and said, “Dear child,
You can’t Un-thunk a Trump.
Ask anyone. They’ll tell you
That a Trump can’t be UN-thunk.
"I’m here to stay forever
In your lovely, lovely hombia.
And now, with your permission, dear,
I’ll use your xenophobia…"