(This poem could be sung to the melody of "Frosty the Snowman" by Jack Rollins and Steve Nelson.)
Donald the showman
Is a miracle they say,
For it always seems that despite his schemes,
He always gets away.
Donald the showman
Is a grifter and a con.
Though a real nutcase, if you ask his base,
He's their "father"; he's their don.
His recent big announcement was
New digital trading cards.
Supporters bought them up and then
They all sent him their regards.
Yes, Donald the showman
Has been conning all his life.
People shout out "Wow!" and they wonder how
He could ever keep a wife.
Donald the showman
Wants to win a second term,
But as walls close in and as ice grows thin,
You can watch the con man squirm.
His picture's on his trading cards;
His ego knows no bounds.
The more he speaks, the more he rants,
The crazier he sounds.
Donald the showman
Will invite you to his pad
If you make the news with extremist views.
That will surely make him glad.
Donald the showman
Looks for folks to string along.
He thinks he'll stay free with impunity,
But let's hope that he is wrong.
Trumpity-Trump-Trump,
Trumpity-Trump-Trump…
Will he ever see…
Trumpity-Trump-Trump,
Trumpity-Trump-Trump…
Accountability?
-by Bob B (12-18-22)