’Twas Mitch, the slithy tortoise man
Who did hide and plot to legislate:
All mimsy were the one per cent,
and P-Ryan used his Priebus bait.
“Beware the Cpvfefe, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Embrace the T. Cruz bird,
and hug the fabulous Goldman Sacks!”
He took his social pen in mini-hand;
Long time the Pelosi foe he sought—
So, rested he by the Mar’lago tree
And stood awhile in tweet.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Covfefe, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The congressional blade went slice-hack!
He left it dead, and with its health
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Covfefe?
Come to my arms, my Orange boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
They chortled in their joy.
’Twas Mitch, the slithy tortoise man
did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the one per cent,
And P-Ryan did for Priebus wait.

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