The Gropes of Wrath (aka Hang ‘Em High)
I try to avoid smut words like “grope”
Because that is a slippery slope
But there is no suspense
So I’ll come off the fence
The law of grabbity requires rope
So let Trump pay the price for his walls
And touching up those he calls “dolls”
We could make him do time
But punishment would fit crime
If he was strung up by the balls
Written in penance for the disappointed reader who noted my failure to rhyme Grope and Hope in my Hope Hick’s limericks today. I hope (ahem) that this redresses the balance in the force – A New Hope!