Buried In a Tomb

Buried In A Tomb Learned that later flower would bloom Should play it safe and give more room To the media who were in big masses Had become a bunch of horse's asses Buried my worries with me in a tomb. Ho Ho Jim Horn Was not quite sure what he meant There are those who want to be triumphant Have their big egos on display Make others carry their tray It must be an arrogant elephant. Determined I was deeply in doubt When Hillary lost started to pout Burned out we ended up being Stomach was upset and started peeing After I had a hot dog with sauerkraut. Are often led by love and devotion That at times cause much commotion Something about it seemed odd And when I had prayed to God Said should start using my love potion. (Not sure if it was number nine or not.) You can surely tell they are trans genders By color of pants with long suspenders Drank whole bottle straight of gin And promised when they did it again Mixed in blender playing "Love Me Tender." We were not left with a lot of room So invariably we found a vacuum Nothing was left after what we did Then found a closet and there hid Comey surely had sealed Hillary's doom. Did you know that one of the Trumpeteers also had been a Mouseketeer. Never liked big cats but rats with small hands ready to meet all of his demands. Jim Horn