A horrid blond Prez from Manhattan Who bragged that he had a big button Would plant his fat ass In the rottenest grass And did not care what dogshit he sat in!

A cheater who lived in Manhattan Had sheets made of gold-colored satin. Against that old saying That countermands straying, He ate in the same place he shat in!

Trumpty Dumpty wanted a Wall To keep out the immigrants, pretty much all. All of his hatred, and strokes of his pen, Couldn’t assemble our country again!

A dictator from Venezuela Who was part of the problems that ail ya, Was as bad as could be, But he wasn’t D.T., He was not quite as horrid a failure!

The Philippines chose them a strongman. They sold themselves straight to the hangman. For all of his slump, He wasn’t a Trump, He wasn’t as clearly the wrong man!

In biting the hand that could feed, And crushing the people in need, His terrible blight is a plague on our sight, This horrible Trump is a weed!

Trump’s showing his usual gall In dodging appeals courts’ call, In this case, and the face Of this orange disgrace, There’s nothing appealing at all!

This fellow Mohammed Bin Salman And Putin cause lots of embalmin’, “Leave no foe alive” Says their hearty high five, Trump’s love for them’s not at all calming!

His hair is like candyfloss cotton, His business and politics rotten, But Mueller’s fine web, Be it Dec, Jan, or Feb, Is surely a trap he’ll be caught in!

‘Tis the voice of the Prezster, I heard him declare “I’m a beautiful orange, with candyfloss hair.” If his foes commit errors, he’s loud as can be, And he yells “lock her up” out of every TV, But the daughter he lusts for does similar acts, And we hear not a peep of his normal…