My own poem:
Tinkle tinkle, Little Musk, Once a MAGA, now a husk High on power, DOGE-y do Slipped and fell into the poo Tinkle tinkle, Trump and gang One day traitors all will hang
Yep, simple as that.
oh my bad, I forgot to submit the poem portion.
Settled Fog, with Warm Blankets, and, Snot-Yellowed Sleeves,
Decorated the City, Before, New All-Hallow's, Last o' Year's, Religious Party's, Post Solstice, Winter's Eve.
The Kinder were Cold in Last Season's Winter Slankets
As the women speak about Suffering marriages, and how their husbands, Sank it.
But off towards the sky, All see a looming light A pixel A camera's artifact It is just barely in sight
Is that Jolly ol' Elon, Tow'd by eight New Jersey Drones, bright? No, no, as the lights clear the Horizon, It proves to be nobody, Other than, New Year's Saint Biden!!!
He dashes down to the Federal Penitentiaries, And he certainly does it quick, To pardon our Malfeasance, with an Ice Cream Cone's Lick.
And as soon as he came, He is off once again, Shouting:
Yeah, well you know... I said Putin... No, Kamala, is our Friend!!!
Moved
