(Advice to Special Prosecutor, Robert Meuller)

’Twas orange, and the Covfefe
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy was the vast toupè,
And lady parts outgrabe.

“Beware the Trumpertalk, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Rocket Man, and shun
The frumious Pussysnatch!”

He took his sword to Nambia:
Long time the dotard foe he sought—
So rested he by the Antifa,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in white bread thought he stood,
The Trumpertalk, with eyes of flame,
Came shooting out the eyeball blood,
From wherever it came!

One year or two! And through and through
The fiscal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
Went paper trailing back.

“And hast thou slain the Trumpertalk?
Come to my arms, my rightish boy!
O Mexico will pay for this!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas orange, and the Covfefe
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy was the vast toupè,
And lady parts outgrabe.