I’ll tell you a tale

About Donald Trump’s hair

As while Donald is conscious

His hair’s in despair

It’s sitting quite badly

On Donald Trump’s head

It’s not really quite sure

If awake or in bed

It’s lying around

On a sun bed at noon

It’s read David Niven’s

The Moon’s a Balloon

It may be quite drunk

And feel a little misled

Well it’s on top of Donald

Ok- enough said

So if Donald Trump’s hair

Had Donald Trump’s money

It may sing and dance

And be really quite funny

But the sad thing my friend

Is despite Donald’s wealth

Donald’s hair will need rehab

To avoid life on the shelf.

For the Hollywood ending

Please keep reading on

As the hair escapes Donald

And with new found freedom

It gets a small part

In a blockbuster movie

If I’m right ‘Notting Hill’

On that bloke who says ‘groovy’

So groomed for success

And without further ado

The hair finds its feet

With first one part then two

It’s refused tempting offers

From our own Boris Johnson

And is content being dyed black

On the ageing Charles Bronson.

Richard Lee October 2006