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There once was a Prez poised to tumble
For high crimes and proneness to rumble
Just like Mr. Magoo
With a blind spot or two
He fingered himself with each stumble

There once was a Prez under fire
For being a big old fat liar
He would hog-tie his mother
For the truth it might smother
And shred her to bones in the brier

There once was a Prez of mean tweets
A crosspatch in razor-sharp cleats
And with each toxic kick
The blood rushed to his dick
Sending chills to the nips of his teats

There once was a Prez near the end
An also-ran playing pretend
His failed re-election
Insured no protection
From the oath he would never defend

There once was a Prez of pure fiction
A wildcat of true dereliction
His sense of no shame
And bias to blame
Made him Scar-like in every depiction

There once was a Prez who chummed sharks
In frenzies of fly-by-night larks
With barb-baited swill
He lured his glazed shill
To the bowels of insular arks

There once was a Prez beyond hope
A dazed and confused misanthrope
Like a doomed General Custer
Riding high on blank bluster
He charged up his down periscope

There once was a Prez bounced right back
With a mean chicken-livered attack
When it came to defeat
He jumped fast to his feet
Urping jive as a matter of fact