The State of the Union is nigh
Our anticipation is really quite high
But I do expect, Trump will get no respect
They dont even give it a try
Our President will enter the room
On one side youll see lots of gloom
Our folks will all cheer, the Dems will all sneer
And Nancy will fly in on her broom
Hell tout his success to this date
And hell say that our Union is great
The economy is booming and new policies hes grooming
But all youll see is a room filled with hate
Nancy will sit up behind
With that face thats all wrinkled and lined
Shell only just scowl; her disposition is foul
His ideas will all be declined
Chuckie will peer oer his glasses
As Trump reaches out to the masses
Illegals must be banned; our guys cheer and stand
But the Dems will sit on their asses
They dont even know what hell say
But already theyre saying nay
Its really quite sad; thing have gotten this bad
I hope things get better some day
I still hang my hopes on our Q
And he soon gives us a new clue
That the ends drawing near; let it happen this year
And our Countrys united anew
Plus One!
#StrikesAgain
*clapping*
*standing ovation*
*does the wave*
I SO appreciate having a bard prepare a SOTU poem.
THANKQ!