Debates. (An Original Poem)

In the USA there were debates,
As usual, the media highlights them
Trump – Clinton, the fight of heavyweights;
Trump had a horse’s mane,
Old lady threw a fit,
It just began, how to explain…
Well, everyone went mad a bit.
Then Trump called Clinton such a whore
And said he’ll pull her in a basement
If he opens the President’s door.
And Clinton – with a new restatement –
Then sprang at Trump just to the hilt
You wanna Putin be your friend?
The Kremlin agent, are you daft?
And now so calmly, not feeling guilt,
Waving its wings and buzzing
On Clinton’s shoulder sat a fly.
The leading media was printing:
There hell broke loose – this underlined –
That this is not a fly,
On Clinton sat not simply,
That this is flying spy
Directed in the House strictly.
There were debates in the USA
Making fly a star that day!