Here’s a little poem for you all, enjoy!
1/ ‘Twas the night before Impeachment and all through the House the Dems were quietly gathering evidence to exterminate the louse. Trump and his cronies hanging on by a thread, while visions of Nancy torment their heads.
1/ ‘Twas the night before Impeachment and all through the House the Dems were quietly gathering evidence to exterminate the louse. Trump and his cronies hanging on by a thread, while visions of Nancy torment their heads.
2/ Putin in a chair with Trump in his lap settling in for a long Twitter rant. When out in the world there arose such a ruckus, the #Resisters are here shouting “Impeach the Motherfucker!” He ranted and raved, gaslit and lied,
3/ “The phone call was perfect! Read the transcripts!” he cried. Nancy laughed, and Schiff stated with a gleam in his eyes, “we did you fucking moron and we’re done with your lies!” With his round belly shaking and his orange face pissed,
4/ he drew up his hands into tiny little fists. “It’s a witch hunt I tell you! Nothing more than a coup!” The whole world is laughing at you, you ignorant fool. There’s fear in his eyes as he drops his head. He knows it’s over, we have nothing to dread.
5/ As he turns on his heel and stumbles away the #Resistance is shouting “Happy Impeachment Day!”
