Daddy Donald
Daddy Donald is Trump, but he’s like a dad who still thinks he’s the best. His hair is fake, his skin is orange, and his tiny weenie makes me want to punch him.
Daddy Donald showed up at a baby shower. He tried to give a speech. Nobody laughed. They just stared at his tiny weenie.
My teacher called him Daddy Donald. I asked why. She said because he’s like a dad who still thinks he’s a king.
Daddy Donald called me on the phone. He said I was the future. I said I was also the future of him being sad.