As Trump's semi-official Poet Laureate, it is my obligation to provide a poem to commemorate this unquantifiable occasion. I have rendered my verse in Mr. Trump's favorite feet and meter. Please hold hands and sway gently from side to side:
The Twenty-second of June, In the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Sixteen
by M.W. Thomas
Did Rumsfeld endorse Mr. Trump pertinently?
Or was it perhaps inadvertently?
That far could he pass
His head up his ass?
Possibly, probably, certaintly!
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