Write a four line poem about: Donald Trump.
Have at 'er, folks.
Bakery was quite busy today. Only had 3 loaves of bread left at closing, and had sold out of baguettes, ciabatta, cinnamon buns, and plain croissants. Just had some chocolate croissants, macaroons, focaccia, and butter tarts to go in the freezer.
This dry cold is killing my hands. Currently four bandaids on the fingers of my right hand to deal with the cracks.
It's almost spring, right?
Some say Let's all give him a chance,
Maybe he's not as bad as he seems!
I hope they stop thinking that way
Before he blows us to smithereens...