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There once was a Prez rolling dice
A chieftain of crap-shooting vice
His all-in excretion
Of BM completion
Turned taxpayers into blind mice

There once was a a Prez splitting sides
With squalls of bipartisan tides
Giving good form a rest
He put Yanks to the test
From his war room of rule and divide

There once was a Prez getting pinched
In the great hallowed halls he once cinched
Such a droll wooden nickel
Put his tribe in a pickle
For the wraiths of a chief duly lynched

There once was a Prez on the take
Whose crafty shell game took the cake
His trademark Trump icing
Though rich and enticing
Gave skeptics a bad bellyache

There once was a Prez lookin' old
Somewhat somber, rotund, and less bold
Whipping ass at his age
Meant the anger still raged
From a childhood of fatherless gold

There once was a Prez went down swingin'
Screaming loud as the fat lady singin'
He told tales till the fall
Of his last curtain call
When for-whom-the-bell-tolls started ringin'

There once was a Prez born to chum
Plucking silver harpoons form his bum
His bilge-water rise
On a dead sea of lies
Cast him down with the rock-bottom scum

There once was a Prez got the boot
When he outed himself as a brute
With his library shuttered
And legacy smothered
He scrammed like a dog on the scoot