[FrankR]

Roses are Red,
Violets Are Blue;
We've never had a president,
as horrible as you.

We're not at all sure,
your real age, you see;
You are still hiding,
your C.O.L.B.


Enjoy while you can,
all the reparations;
Play lots of golf,
Take lots of vacations.

You're stylin' it now,
Crimson and clover;
But it's not very long,
'til the joy ride is over.

You've stained our land,
_Resident Barack;
But like it or not,
we're taking it back.

So this is your birthday,
forty-nine? That's swell;
We hope you see Fifty,
Rotting in Jail.

[Enough_Deceit]

I love your poem!