(With a tip o' the toque to Mr Sendak.)
I smelt swamp stench.
I sens'd strange sound.
I search'd about.
I search'd about.
'Twas then I found
our ship of state
had run aground.
The captain, mates 'n' crew...?
All drown'd:
MAGAlligators
all around.
Their eyelids...? Shadow'd.
Noses...? Brown'd.
Intentions...?
Evil, I'll be bound.
A failed poseur
we thought just clown'd...?
That narcissist
their king they crown'd.
In golden robes
this thing they gown'd.
More MAGA'gators
gather'd 'round.
They immigrants
harass 'n' hound.
They kids
illegally impound.
Our Constitution
they've unwound.
MAGAlligators
ALL around!
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