Sharks! Land Sharks? What tyrant God gave sharks legs?
I pity the man who sees them and begs
I’d fight a land shark and it would beg me
To spare his wretch life and set the sharks free.
I wouldn’t spare them, I’d trap them! You’ll see!
Uh oh! I think the damn sharks have got me?
That would explain why I’m inside a cage,
Dorsal fins quiver with unbridled rage?
Perhaps I could beg? Perhaps just a bit,
Back to my office I’d scurry and sit
Yes! I’m sure if I ask they’ll see reason
Why anything else would be high treason.
Fire reflected in a beady black eye,
Land sharks will feast upon Donald Trump pie.