Trump Cooks Fries to Troll Kamala’s Lies

When Kamala spun a tale, out of thin air

Of flipping burgers — was she really there?

No Golden Arches in her past,

Her story spun, would it last?

But Trump, the man who always strives,

Took time to work — made fries, not lies.

At the drive-thru window, with hands so fast,

He served up truth with every blast.

Supporters gathered, lined the streets,

Cheering for Trump with every feat.

While Kamala’s claims began to fade,

Trump’s fries were fresh, his point well made.

For as she fibbed, he served with pride —

No story twisted, nothing to hide.

In the land of burgers, truth, and fries,

Trump reigns supreme, to no surprise.

Greatest president, hands down, no doubt,

He worked that shift, he worked it out.