More Sprats

Drat them Sprats! 
Take that, you Sprats!

The groom's call'd 

Mar-a-lago Fats. 

His bride's too slim -- 

so-o-o-o unlike him. 

The pair pull nonstop 

flam and flim. 

Both them Sprats 

love autocrats. 

Both them Sprats 

loathe democrats. 

To prove it, 

she sports golden spats,

while he dons 

nauseating hats. 

His kids...? Their mates, 

though callow brats, 

he feels will 

"make great diplomats." 

And when they're wrestled 

to the mats 

and wind up flattened 

on their prats, 

they'll claim their counterparts 

were "bats,"

then yelp for help

from plutocrats.