Note the stanzaic scheme, where the first numeral indicates the number of stresses in a line and the second the number of syllables, which number varies depending on the presence of upbeats and masculine or feminine endings; the letters, of course, represent discreet rhymes:
3/5-6 A 3/6-7 B 3/5-6 A 4/7-8 C 4/7-8 C 3/6-7 B
Donald Drumpf's dropp'd dead!
(I love alliteration!)
Donald made his bed;
grand jurors made him lie in it.
He's through -- that losin,' lyin' shit.
Begin our celebration!
Donald made his bed;
grand jurors made him lie in it.
He's through -- that losin,' lyin' shit.
Begin our celebration!
Donald Drumpf's deceased!
We've "renaissance"'d our nation.
Don's coif three Cor-Bons creased,
restyling Donald's swiney puss.
Sieg heil, you wasted, whiney wuss.
All cured's our constipation.
Donald's bit the dust!
(And finalized frustration.)
Mourn him if you must;
keen his soul (as if he'd got one).
Billionaire...? Seems Don was not one.
Curb your titillation!
Donald's kick'd the bucket!
What halted hesitation...?
Perhaps his "WTF! It
appears I'll not steer clear of jail
nor wife nor kids won't go my bail...
What's left...? Annihilation!"
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