Trump, In Verse

So, here’s a little secret that I’d like to keep between us:
I’m familiar with the magnitude of Arnold Palmer’s penis.
If you saw him in the shower, it would make your mouth go slack —
his robust display of manhood other golfers clearly lack.

Now, perhaps those in the crowd here at my rally in Latrobe
question why I’d even mention Arnie’s guise when he’s disrobed.
And of all the things to bring up with this Pennsylvania throng –
why did I decide to ruminate on Arnold Palmer’s schlong?

Well, the answer’s very simple: I believe a fellow’s strength
is directly correlated to his genitalia’s length.
While my tether to reality’s becoming disengaged,
you can see the biggest dick of all – right up here on this stage.