Thirteen tries
And a
floater still remained
He only had
two more tries
To get it
down the drain
He
thought it was mocking him
“Is that
your best shot, fella?
Maybe you’d
do better
If your
hair wasn’t so yellow”
“It’s
orange not yellow”
The
Orange Potus screamed
“And I’ve
got you now
Directly in
my beam”
Potus
pushed the handle
Water reluctantly
trickled down
The
floater splashed and asked
“Is that
all you got, Clown?”
And so
the fourteenth
Was a
complete failure
Potus
only had one flush left
To be
continued later. . .😕 😕 😕 😕
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