Donald Trump
"‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
because of the exterminator-–costs a fortune, that louse.
The stockings were hung by Ivana with care,
Ivana: I hope that they dry in the cold winter air.
Trump: I was in my condo for winter vacation,
while I prepped my company for world domination.
When from out of the parking lot, there rose such a clatter,
I called the guard to see what was the matter.
And from out of the chimney, I had such a fright,
I grabbed the sledgehammer and swung with my might.
Finding I hit a fat man dressed in red,
I said to myself, “It’s over, he’s dead.”
I called Special Forces to dispose of the body,
when something jumped out of the bag that was gaudy.
The tiny thing lunged with a gleam in her eye,
she exclaimed:
Elf: You hurt my boss, now it’s your turn to die!
Trump: At that moment in time, I knew what to do:
I got rid of that thing, and her little bag too.
The day after that, I was in a good mood, until I found out I was going to be sued!"
Claus: But I...
Judge Judy: Hey, shut!
Trump: In the end, to make a long story short,
Judy: I’ve heard enough sir,
get out of my court!
