My Flowers

I run a flower shop—
The biggest one in town.
Everyone buys from me;
They come from miles around.

But today, I won’t be selling them.
All my flowers are gone.
But I didn’t just give them out
To whoever came along.

I have some special friends—
Some friends I love a lot.
And I’m giving them all my flowers—
All the ones I’ve got.

My friends are called the media,
My friends are called the press.
I love them in great bunches;
I think they are the best.

But along comes Donald Trump,
Ready to shut them down.
So I’m feeling pretty sorry for them
And giving them every flower I have around