Drumpf glowers and glowers.
For hours and hours...and hours.
Der Fuhrer's fasc Drumpf scours.
Drumpf then and now (and how!) errs
in plying POTUS powers....
...and building more Trump Towers.
Drumpf shouts, “Trump never cowers!”
But, fin’lly, Drumpf's Tao sours.
The People cry, “Enowers!*
That Hun’s no son of ours.”
That Hun’s no son of ours.”
Drumpf splits and hits the showers.
The GOP sends flowers...
...and Drumpf no longer towers.
*A poetic term -- a portmanteau pairing the Rubaiyat's 'enough' with the suffix '-ers' from British slang which turns 'pregnant' to 'preggers' -- meaning "E-freakin-nough, already!"
