THREAD ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney in fear,
With hope the Mueller might stay away from here;
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney in fear,
With hope the Mueller might stay away from here;
The lawyers were nestled all sweaty in their beds,
While visions of indictments danced in their heads;
The Donald in a panic, and I in my room,
His brains had been scrambled by a feeling of doom,
While visions of indictments danced in their heads;
The Donald in a panic, and I in my room,
His brains had been scrambled by a feeling of doom,
When out of CNN there arose such a clatter,
The Donald sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his office he flew like a flash,
Dialing his Android, his face like ash.
The Donald sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his office he flew like a flash,
Dialing his Android, his face like ash.
The moon on the breast of the Florida sand,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to his fat-fingered hand,
When, what to my wondering ears I should hear?
But The Donald screaming “FUCK!” and shedding a tear.
Gave the lustre of mid-day to his fat-fingered hand,
When, what to my wondering ears I should hear?
But The Donald screaming “FUCK!” and shedding a tear.
With a little excitement , my hopes rose surely,
I wondered for a moment if it was the Grand Jury?
If more rapid than eagles the Mueller, had come?
With indictments and handcuffs, for my husband so dumb?
I wondered for a moment if it was the Grand Jury?
If more rapid than eagles the Mueller, had come?
With indictments and handcuffs, for my husband so dumb?
*Is to be continue*
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