He looks like Richard Spencer.
It was a beautiful day on the cranberry farm,
All was peaceful, no cause for alarm,
Then the man fell down, with a twist of his arm,
And his clothes were ruined, for gone was their charm.
Into the washer, much soap he fed,
But it didn’t matter, the garments still bled,
Forever and always, they would stay red,
“Damn those stupid cranberries!”, he said.