Hope; or, Like All Foul Gas, This Too Shall Pass (A Repost)

Drumpf glowers. And glowers. 

For hours and hours. And hours.

Der Fuhrer's fasc Drumpf scours.

(This lad ain’t Adenauer’s.) 

Unlike most Eisenhowers, 

Drumpf stacks of Macs* devours, 

and now, as then (and how!), errs

in plying POTUS powers.

Erecting new Trump Towers, 

Drumpf cries, “Trump never cowers!”

But, fin’lly, Drumpf's Tao sours

The People cry, “Enowers!**

That Hun’s no son of ours. 

Drumpf splits and hits the showers.

The GOP sends flowers.

And Drumpf no longer towers. 

     *Big Macs with lots -- lots! -- of extra cheese.

     **A poetic term -- a portmanteau pairing the Rubaiyat's 'enow,' meaning  'enough,' with the suffix '-ers' from the British slang which turns 'pregnant' to 'preggers' -- the combination meaning "E-freakin-nough, already!"