'Tis the Trump Christmas shutdown
And all through the White House
Not a creature is stirring
Not even the Orange Louse.
“I am proud to shut down!” he said ten days ago,
“I will take the mantle!” with faux bravado.
Melania's stockings on that mantle now hang,
Are strewn on the carpet and draped on a chair.
But no bimbo to bang!
No, she is not there;
Down in Mar a Lago in a shirt, “I really don’t care,”
While the coward, the louse,
Alone in the house,
Hides in a corner like a mouse,
With a scare.
Oh dash her! That Dancer! that Prancer!
That plagiarizing Vixen!
That Cupid so stupid,
Off with that cuckoo Wolf Blitzen.
As Moscow Times wretches nestle snug in their beds,
Their puppet Trump dances to any tune in their heads.
“I will be the one to shut it down!”
And indeed you are now,
The Trump Christmas shutdown belongs to you, Clown.
And all through the White House
Not a creature is stirring
Not even the Orange Louse.
“I am proud to shut down!” he said ten days ago,
“I will take the mantle!” with faux bravado.
Melania's stockings on that mantle now hang,
Are strewn on the carpet and draped on a chair.
But no bimbo to bang!
No, she is not there;
Down in Mar a Lago in a shirt, “I really don’t care,”
While the coward, the louse,
Alone in the house,
Hides in a corner like a mouse,
With a scare.
Oh dash her! That Dancer! that Prancer!
That plagiarizing Vixen!
That Cupid so stupid,
Off with that cuckoo Wolf Blitzen.
As Moscow Times wretches nestle snug in their beds,
Their puppet Trump dances to any tune in their heads.
“I will be the one to shut it down!”
And indeed you are now,
The Trump Christmas shutdown belongs to you, Clown.
