So: here's a thought to banish sleep:
What if all Drumpfs -- Drumpf gals, Drumpf guys --
turn out to be, in fact, black sheep...?
Hey! What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
What gives if Junior proves a spook...?
What's up if Clinton dirt he buys...?
And would that news break make you puke...?
Say! What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
What's next if Eric's under covers,
up to his -- you know -- in lies...?
And dare he double cross his bruvvers...?
What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
Is young Ivanka Daddy's spotter...?
("He's my Dad," Ivanka cries.)
And does the daughter ape the fahdder...?
What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
Is Tiffany with MI6...?
In wet ops does she specialize...?
Is she the Aldrich Ames of chicks...?
Wow! What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
Melania's a Slovene name.
Is she an agent in disguise,
encouraging the New Great Game...?
Yow! What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
Has Barron learned to launder cash...?
Has he dark statecraft skills he plies
in case he needs to Moscow dash...?
Dang! What if all the Drumpfs are spies...?
Is Donald in cahoots with Putin
plus whole mobs of other guys...?
And why's America Don lootin'...?
I think all the Drumpfs are spies!
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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