Donald Trump’s poem

There was a man of double deed
Who sowed his garden full of seed;
And when the seed began to grow,
‘Twas like a garden full of snow.
When the snow began to melt,
‘Twas like a ship without a belt.
When the ship began to sail,
‘Twas like a bird without a tail.
When the bird began to fly,
‘Twas like an eagle on the sky.
When the sky began to roar,
‘Twas like a lion at my door.
When my door began to crack,
‘Twas like a stick across my back.
When my back began to smart,
‘Twas like a penknife in my heart.
And when my heart began to bleed,
‘Twas death, and death, and death indeed.
-Anonymous