Guy’s a Loser,
whiny LOSER.
The Canadian claimed victory.
It wasn’t Trump got the bump; the chump lost—
thumped was his plump rump—about* print’s embossed.
Bragged to the world of his billions to spend.
The lead was blown; he would lose in the end.

Guy’s a loser; the Canadian gained victory.
Spineless loser was almost as low as number 3.

Caucus, a claque yak, of covetous clowns—
then from this rat nest, toque’d rodent rebounds.
Don’s stats were falling; he ain’t scored top high;
another scourge chosen by the Hawkeyes.

Guy’s a loser; the Canadian claimed victory.
lightweight loser. It’s on to the Granite primary.

How could he come to undeserving fate?
Perhaps too much did he “me” masturbate.
Seems to be true: pride comes before a fall. . .
beat by a creep who even more appalls.

Guy’s a loser; the Canadian gained victory.
Fires a loser. . .hates losers, so must self-loathing be.


* “a boot” in Canadian cadence