From the reverence of an old English church on Easter, Allan, to the irreverent TrumPooning of a favorite Easter children’s song:
Here comes Peter Cottontail
No, that’s Trump, his orange turned pale
Hippity, hoppity
Mueller’s on his way.

Bringin’ every girl and boy, Trump’s demise for Easter joy,
When he’s gone, our Easter’s bright and gay.
Eric’s gone and so’s Don Jr.
Jared and Ivanka too
There’s a pardon for Melania
She wished Don a fond adieu

Oh! Where went Peter Cottontail?
That was Trump, he’s gone to jail
Hippity hoppity,
Happy Easter day.

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Engaged citizen, poet, musician, humorist, family man. I value irreverence, soulfulness, and a big heart. Offering insight, introspection, shock & aw shucks!

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