His
nous is fake.
(His
gnus…?
Fake
too, folks feel.)
Now
he, with
(thanks
to Yiddish kin)
fake
“…nu…?”s
may daily deal.
Still,
we’ll make sure,
impeachin’ him,
the
douche’s noose
is
real.
Drat them Sprats! Take that , you Sprats! The groom's call'd Mar-a-lago Fats. His bride's too slim -- so-o-o-o unlike him. ...