‘Trump Baby’
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‘Trump Baby’
Pumped full of hot air
Blows football off the pages
Grabs the Ingerland press headlines
High Flyin’ in the London sunshine
A gargantuan blimp
In the best mode of Carnival
The crowd howls with derision
Placards face paint and protest
‘Waistcoats for goalposts’
For the discerning postmodern association football aficionado
And the pages of yesterday’s news
Lie
Unread unheeded in the same old gutter.
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