Bad Bob wrote:
What job do you think PO1135809 is qualified for his time in prison?
Just for you Bobby......
Bad Bob was giant, as tough as could be,
Had a skull as hard as an old oak tree.
He found himself inside a cell,
What happened next is a tale to tell.
In there was Trump, all golden-maned,
Bemoaning the cell that he had gained.
"Just a game of poker gone awry",
He sighed, watching the hours fly by.
"Famed Trump," said Bad Bob, with a smirk,
"It's time you and I got to work.
We're in jail, not some fancy tower,
You can't survive with just your power."
Trump looked at Bob, a curious glance,
Caught in the strange circumstance.
"If you've something brewing, any kind of perchance,
I'm in, Bad Bob; let's dance!"
"We'll sweep and clean, keep order well,
They'll think our cell is a fancy hotel,
In a week or so, we'll ring the bell,
And from this place, we'll bid farewell."
Into action, the odd pair sprang,
Trump even sang a little twang.
The guards were amazed, rang the gong,
"Since when did these two get along?"
A sight to see, this motley crew,
Bad Bob grinning, Trump in a debut.
Hardly a r**t, not even a spew,
Just two inmates, learning what's true.