for hours ‘n’ hours...'n' hours
as fasces foul Trump scours.
(This lad ain’t Adenauer’s.)
Trump then 'n' now (and how!) errs
in framing Potus powerswith shouts: “Trump never cowers.”
But, fin’lly, Trump’s Tao sours.
We People cry, “Enowers!*
That Hun’s no son of ours!”Trump quits…then hits the showers.
The GOP's sent flowers...
...when Trump no longer towers.
*
‘Enowers,’ meaning, roughly,
‘enough,
already, fer kryssakes,’ is a portmanteau word pairing the
Rubaiyat’s ‘enow’ with the suffix
‘-ers’ paralleling the derivation of
Britspeak’s 'preggers' from
‘pregnant.’
