MAGA'Gators All Around

(With a tip o' the tam to Maurice Sendak.)

I smelt swamp stench. 

I sens'd strange sound.
I search'd about. 

'Twas then I found

our ship of state 

had run aground. 

The captain, mates 'n' crew...? 

All drown'd.

T'were MAGA'gators 

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. 

Now...MAGA'gators 

ALL around!