When Trump showed up behind the barn.
Biden was waiting, full of senile charm.
He was blathering on about Cornpop and hairy thighs,
of little boys petting them, what a surprise.

Smiling, Trump said, ''What do we have here?''
Biden responded. ''I think it's quite clear''
''It's time to kick butt, you know the thing''
''come on when you're ready, what you've got, bring''

Trump advanced, saying ''Come on tough guy''
''Are you sure you're up for this'' ''You really look high''
Trump rocked him and socked him, bloodied his lip,
Joe stumbled backwards, losing his grip.

Joe's head was ringing, he forgot where he was,
Trump followed up, that's what Trump does.
He hauled off and kicked Joe square in his nuts,
Joe went down whimpering, Joe was born with no guts.

Trump standing over him, drug him back to his feet,
he slugged Joe again, knocking him back onto his seat.
Rubbing his chin, Joe screamed, ''NO MAS NO MAS''
'' YOU ARE THE BETTER MAN, YOU ARE THE BOSS''

Trump left Joe sitting there in his now soiled shorts,
crying and mumbling, something about bad sports.
He had conceded defeat, his campaign was through,
Joe finally realized, He'd bit off too much to chew.
D.L. CROCKETT 11/11/2020