O Donald! My Donald! Your fearful term is done
Bookended by impeachments like a legal burger bun
Marine One’s near, the bells you hear, the people all exulting
But Twitter’s ban means you can’t say things false and insulting
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the strange things that he said
Where every day my Donald lies
No proof, not a shred
O Donald! My Donald! Rise up and hear the tweets
Rise up – for you the flag won’t fly – when you call others ‘cheats’
Relief as we ungrit our teeth – as the whole world now detoxes
Rejoice as fleets of moving vans pack up those cardboard boxes
Dear Donald! O Donald!
My Oompa Loompa bruiser
Forever now on history’s page
Remembered as a loser.
The Donald does not answer, his lips are pursed and orange
His eyes are tight, he looks as if he’s sucking on a lozenge
Will you get your bond back? It’s something I don’t know
I’m sure you’ll take the bathroom fittings back to Mar-a-lago
As you head out to the landing
Your steps unsure, unsteady
We rue that you did not explain
The meaning of ‘covfefe’