‪”Twas the night before Putin and all‬ ‪through the land, White House staffers were shouting “watch out for that man.” ‬

‪They knew Trump was smitten, he’d said so himself, what would he tell Vlad, his petite Russian elf?‬
‪Would he agree to no sanctions, share nuclear codes, or give away secrets in huge, massive loads?‬
‪There was only one thing White House staffers could do, make sure that the meeting room held more than two. ‬
‪The more ears the better to listen to Trump, his staff was so nervous, he could be such a chump. ‬
‪Would he thank Vlad for helping him land in this seat? “Awwww thanks you big killer, you are pretty neat.”‬

‪Trump was a boob that much was clear, would Putin regret wanting him near?‬
‪His staff, they sure hoped so, it was getting so bad, that Trump knit a scarf that said simply “Vlad,” (because he didn’t know how to spell Vladimir)

‪If a kiss starts to form on the lips of Don Trump. They are to tackle the legs of that big orange grump. ‬
When this meeting was over there would be such relief,  now back to the White House you rat bastard thief. ‬