Same Taste, Same Language. Poem by Tom Allport
Same Taste, Same Language.
If I ate a full tin of baked beans
And the President of the USA
Ate the same brand of baked beans
At the same time of day as me
Would my beans taste any different to his?
The outcome however of eating
These beans could possibly be
The same for Trump as for me
We would be both now
Talking the same language
Out of our backsides!
Humour is the hardest genre to get it right, you have succeeded beautifully, very funny poem!
It does not proof you and Turmp... the other side of a coin. You eat to live for yourself and Trump has been empowered to live for all Americans. He even can't sing as you sing to please yourself. Better when you feen that very man eating baked beans, you please change your order and try to consume sandwich. That would be ideal choice to make your singularity superior. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/1/2025 3:34:09 AM # 1.0.0
The perfect poem for MR Trump. He holds power without the boost of the beans and speaks a language of his own. An ignorant man who cares only of himself.