Part two

With a short fingered driver, so orange and plump,
I knew in a moment it must be Der Trump.
More sluggish than beagles his flunkies they came,
And he farted, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Hannity! now, Bannon! now, Christie, Omarosa I say!
On, Rudy! On, Priebus! on, Newtster on, Kelly Conway!
To the top of the porch! to the top of yon wall!
Now drudge away! Drudge away! Drudge away all!"

As horse hockies from a horse's rectum fall,
And splat with a squish to the floor of his stall,
So up to the house-top the flunkies they flew,
With a Caddy full of noise, and Vulgarian too.

And then, stomach turning, I heard on the roof
The mewing and fawning of each little goof.
As I drew in my head, and was about to scream stop!
Down the chimney Hair Fuhrer fell with a plop!