There once was a president, indicted
Who always feared he’d be slighted 
He parted his hair
With a wonderful flair
‘Till his name was erased and de-Knighted

Did the new Chief of staff have the power to crush? 
He was only a knave in the royalty brush,
Against Queens and Kings, spades and hearts.
He thought he’d trump them with just his smarts,
But then out he went with a Royal “Flush”.

There once were US sanctions on Soviet oil, 

With dollars in billions trapped in Siberian soil.

Why else would Putin troll and toil

But for a simple trade of blackmail for oil. 

There once was a lawyer named Rudy
Blowing clouds of smoke was his duty
Where yes was maybe no,
How low could he go?
I think of the play “Punch and Judy.”

Said the Tweedles to The Donald,

    If we see you stall,

You’ll lose your base just flat.  

    And all the Dems will know just that.

And then with a frown, 

  The Tweedles stared him down.

Within a wink, came a monstrous roar.

  It was Donald’s base,

  Which was ready for war.

Tweedle Dee,  Tweedle Dum,

    Donald went looking

    For a Congressional sum.

There was a little president,

Who had a little precedent,

Right in the middle of his forehead.

His advisors would argue into the night,

But he could never see their plight,

Despite their history, truth and pleading.

So when he was good,

He was not so very good,

And when he was bad he was horrid.

Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians,
Flynn and Yates, open the gates.

Seven little, six little, five little Indians,
Comey and Price, plus six times thrice.

Four little, three little, two little Indians,
Sessions and Kelly, now just butter and jelly.

One little Indian boy.
Mattis and more, what else is in store?