The Emperor Has No Balls


by Christopher Rudolph


Trump ordered his tailor

To make him a suit and coat

Invisible to anybody

That for him would not vote

For those that saw him nude

Would see him very plump

When they began laughing

His goons would be quick to jump

The plan was to round them up

And whack them in the knees

Then put them on cargo ships

And say farewell to the deportees        

Well, the suit and coat were ready

Trump went outside to display

Everybody starting laughing

For the tailor played a trick risqué

And the funniest part of all

Funnier than the giggling and wild calls

Was when it became quite apparent

That the Emperor has no balls


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