To those citizens concerned ’bout what the New Year brings
Fear not, Donald’s already in the swing of things,
For the past fortnight he’s used every last precious resource
To put matter of HUGE import,he, himself- back on course.
Whenever Don’s on his game and hitting the tin cup,
For Don’s entourage the world is looking up;
If only Donald didn’t wake and text before dawn,
They’d have him out all day long slicing up the White House lawn.
But when things don’t play well in the old boys club-
He don’t get the roll of the green, ah, there’s the rub,
They’ll hear low class epithets sworn, see high class clubs thrown;
Then it’s the security team’s task to keep Don away from the red telephone.
Don stalked up and talked down to the United Nations,
It sounded less a calming talk than a call to action stations,
Looking aghast as the pearls of wisdom fell from his mouth
Delegates weighed up the odds of both Koreas going South.
Members of every race, creed and religion rolled their eyes
As their prayers and entreaties to ANY Divine intervention dies,
Those hopes for North and South to peaceably co-exist one fine day?
Well, Rocketman’s response to Dons bombast blows that theory away.
Out comes another early morning tweet from the Great Defender,
‘Good folk of the Services, whichever services you render,
You resignation I and my Forces request you tender-
You can’t kill for my country if you’ve changed your gender.’
Dons life-changing tweet means one important thing- Don is a trender,
Only he and Christ knows if his born-again stance fits His or his agenda,
But even the Pope’s throwing his arms Heavenwords in surrender,
So please God could you return that dumb sh- twitterer to Sender?