A Trump...of Tolkien...
A Trump of Tolkien
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
A creature recognisably Tolkien-ish
Which promises things will be de-lish
Hates the Media’s all seeing Eye
Says the Mouth of the Eye does lie
Cannot see it is Gollum and Smeagol
In both parts lying divided and unequal
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
Orange as a toxic insecticide
Will never pick any other side
Other than its very private own
All others must be loyal to it alone
And to live alongside must be totally obsequious
Or else the Trump with tweets beat us
Cannot see it is Gollum and Smeagol
In both parts lying divided and unequal
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
Hands neat and small as fern fronds
Practices a thousand smiles a million cons
A Tolkien-ish creature of nightmare time
Seeing in every foreign different face a fresh crime
A venomous tongue lashing bitter poison leaking
Always weakness and divisions seeking
Driving all in the lands of Men to war unending
For of atomic desolation has no comprehending
Cannot see it is mad Gollum and ignorant Smeagol
In all parts lying divided and unequal.
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
A creature recognisably Tolkien-ish
Which promises things will be de-lish
Hates the Media’s all seeing Eye
Says the Mouth of the Eye does lie
Cannot see it is Gollum and Smeagol
In both parts lying divided and unequal
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
Orange as a toxic insecticide
Will never pick any other side
Other than its very private own
All others must be loyal to it alone
And to live alongside must be totally obsequious
Or else the Trump with tweets beat us
Cannot see it is Gollum and Smeagol
In both parts lying divided and unequal
A Trump has a bump
A frisson of hair on head
Hands neat and small as fern fronds
Practices a thousand smiles a million cons
A Tolkien-ish creature of nightmare time
Seeing in every foreign different face a fresh crime
A venomous tongue lashing bitter poison leaking
Always weakness and divisions seeking
Driving all in the lands of Men to war unending
For of atomic desolation has no comprehending
Cannot see it is mad Gollum and ignorant Smeagol
In all parts lying divided and unequal.