A Quiet Word, Gentlemen? The Chumpian Don and Challenger Joe Were set to go at one another, toe-to-toe, Big mouthed Don took more than a little solace Knowing the judge would be foxy Chris Wallace. But after Don and Joe's first over-heated debate Which, from all most could hear, wasn't so great, Since Don, as usual only wanted to hear his side- Even Wallace's patience was well and truly tried. Donald tends to speak for too long and far too loud, You know, the usual rants to his rabble aroused crowd, Don ignored all rules of debate, every Wallace instruction, Just kept grinding on till Chris forced a POTUS interruption. So we were treated to the deciding round last night, Both tetchy parties warned to keep the fight polite, 'Two minute rounds before any point was disputed- Any button pushing trash talk and your mic's muted.' This time points were validly scored, both blue and red- The difference being we heard every bloody word said, If only we'd known, to get Don to butt out or back off Simply reach for the shut-up switch, just pull the jack off.