The Night Before Impeachment

‘Twas the night before impeachment, when all through the White House

Not a politician was stirring, except Stephen Miller, the louse.

The wall was being built by money stolen from the Pentagon

In hopes that all the brown skinned immigrants would soon be gone.

 

Trump’s children were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of profits danced in their heads.

And Melania in her own room, and Trump a floor above

Poor Baron asleep, whom no one seem to love.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

The Secret Service ran out to see what was the matter.

Away from the window Trump ran very fast,

Forgetting everyone else, trying to save his own ass.

 

The lights of the White House gave off a bright glow

Revealing a group on the lawn, that we all know.

Nancy Pelosi and Adam Schiff and Jerrold Nadler too,

All crying in unison, “Trump we’re coming after you.”

 

With subpoenas in hand, written by the Judiciary

Trump knew his presidency was about to be temporary.

More rabid than dogs, his enemies came,

Trump tweeted and tweeted calling them names.

 

“Now Nervous Nancy! Now little Adam Schiff!

You should be after Crooked Hillary!

Go find her emails that she cleverly hid,

She is the crook, certainly it’s not me.”

 

In the blink of an eye with warrants in hand

Swarmed in the FBI shouting just one command.

 

“You’re under arrest Mr. President,

Put your hands in the air.”

Trump cowered in a corner crying,

Arrest me! You wouldn’t dare.”

 

So, they led him outside to the waiting van

Where Pompeo and Barr sat cuffed as well.

Giuliani and Pence were chained in the back

And as they drove off everyone could tell.

This was the best Christmas of all

For at last we could say to all of these crooks, “Farewell.”